I’m fine... don’t worry about it.. it’s whatever... it’s okay...
How many times will I have to tell myself all of these things before I start to believe that I’m telling the truth? No matter how many times I say, I can’t force myself to be “okay”. On the outside I’ve got everyone fooled. My exterior is a shield of vibranium.  You will not be seeing a reaction from me. Nothing but cool expressions and level-headed interactions.
But on the inside everything is a mess. A tornado swept through my heart and now everything is chaotic and out of place. I don’t know how to put all the pieces back where they belong. The more I try, I realize how impossible the task is. The pieces aren’t just scattered but some are missing. Who wants to put a puzzle back together when they know they can never put it back to it’s original glory.
But... it’s okay.. it’s whatever.. don’t worry about it.. I’m fine...