I'm fine

Everyone's always asking, "How are you?" It's tempting, you know. Sometimes you just want to spill your guts to them. And then you remember: They don't really give a fuck. Most people either want a story to pass the time, a secret to make themselves feel special, or they're just fucking being polite. Listening to other people's sob stories make the pretentious bastards feel good, as if they just did something nobel peace prize worthy. They don't care about you, they care about the praise they can give themselves after a "listening" well done. Personz like you iz disgusting. Good morning.