Sometimes, when I'm alone, I get a wave of grief. It comes from nowhere, the feeling of dread but gasping for happiness. For some sort of release. I am paralyzed with perplexed, tar infused emotions that continuously weigh me down.
"I'm fine," I answer to people when they ask me how i've been, how i'm doing, if everything is alright, if i'm okay.
"I'm fine," is all I can say.