A lot of times, it’s hard to be honest if you’re not okay. I know I tell dozens of people every day that I’m great, but it’s not always the entire truth.
Some things are also easier to explain than others, not only because most things are subjective in the first place, but because some things aren’t quantifiable.
No matter how common your ailments or how rare, everyone experiences things differently.
Today I’m not pretending. It’s not a good day. There aren’t enough Spoons, and the right side of my lower body can’t decide if it wants to tingle and go numb or scream in pain. I’d rather neither, but something tells me that my body doesn’t give a fuck about my opinion.
C’est la vie, I guess. Let’s just get today over with.