this year's love

Today, I was asked if I was okay, by someone who obviously isn't okay. I said yes, because this is what you're supposed to say, and I even if I wasn't okay, I wouldn't want to share that with you, or anyone for that matter. He proceeded to say, "so you're over it then?" to which I didn't respond, because I'm not big on lying, but I wasn't in the mood for the pity party that would follow the truth. Being okay has nothing to do with "getting over it." They are two seperate spheres, and while they may overlap in small places, they are not one body. You cannot equate them with each other. Please, argue with me. I have so many examples that will prove you wrong in less than 6 seconds. I know a girl who says she fell in love with a boy. I believe her, but to explain to you why, would lessen its meaning. She told me her story one morning while we were working together, because it was early, and there isn't a lot to talk about while stari

"what if the storm ends, and i don't see you?" well i've done it before. five times, if we're going to get technical. nobody is ever there after the storm is over. i don't know if my storms have stronger winds, or maybe harder rain, but nobody can stay through them. the aftermath is always me, solo. i like it that way. it's fact. i hate being medicated, probably more than i could explain. number one, it means you're messed up. number two, i know everyone is messed up, but that fact doesn't make it easier. don't think it does. number three, just because i take a pill every morning that you probably won't have to take until you're 40, doesn't mean i'm numb to the things 18 year olds feel. it just means i get the 40 year old feelings mixed in with the 18 year old feelings, and that messes me up. i know i need it. needing something doesn't make it easier. what's easier is when you want something, and you get it. or even if y