i can't handle this **** falling atop my head, because i'm starting to believe the lies. it has been said, no, reassured too many times with the same false sincerity smeared across their faces. it seems they are masking a lie or a secret. do they think i'm too fragile? they try to comfort me. constantly. they try not to point it out, but the more they say "it's okay." the more i know: my life is not okay.