OK

I guess I'm OK, but sometimes the words hurt.

Sometimes I'm not sure if I'll even last the next few days. Sometimes I just want to burry my face in my blankets and cry. Sometimes I want to run away. Sometimes I don't think I can take one more criticism.

But, I guess it'll be fine. I smile on the top and try to block out the words. I quietly try to tame the urge to shoot back. Three more days. 

I'm OK.