I hate when people ask me if I'm okay. What do I tell them? Am I okay? I think it's harder deciding whether you're okay or not than knowing what to say. No, I'm not sad, but am I happy? I laugh with other and I tell jokes. I seem happy, but I go home and I feel like I am a mess. Maybe I'm not put together correctly, and that's my problem. Maybe I need to put myself together. Find the missing pieces from all of the times I've been broken and restore them to their original places. I've learned over the years that other people can't do that for you. They're too busy trying to find their own pieces to worry about yours, so when you're constantly looking for happiness in others and find it nowhere... it's because you never thought to look for yourself. I love myself. I have confidence in what I look like, but I'm still learning to have confidence in who I am. I still worry that others may not like me and I'm still understanding why. But I know that once I figure out why, I won't need to worry anymore because it won't matter. In 10 years, nothing I do now is going to matter. You have to look on the bright side of things. You have to make life changing events, lessons and help those form your morals. You can be a wonderful person, all it takes is your outlook on life.