person: are you okay?

me: I wake up in the morning and I don’t want to face the day ahead. people don’t talk to me, and when they do, they only do it to ‘make me feel better’. I don’t want to go home. I always try to be perfect, but it’s never enough. I feel dizzy when I stand up, I can’t stop crying and everyone gets upset and ends up shouting, and it’s all my fault. I’m going to lose this battle one day.    i’m fine.