it's okay
in the end it’s fine. they tell you it’s going to be fine and you already know this. you’re tired of hearing all the lessons because you know them already. you know them better than anyone could expect. you’re looking to them for help but they can’t help you. no one will ever be able to help you here.
last year you wrote down the very same questions. you always had something to say but are still unable to say it. nobody can help you because no one knows what you want to say. you don’t know either.
once upon a time you had very big dreams and they were so convincing they fooled even you. they were perfect and grand, too perfect, palace of glass.
they ask you if you’re okay. you never know how to respond. is there ever any other option than this?