Not OkayYou come up to me,ask meif I'm doingokay.I replyby saying"I'm doing just fine."Butwhat I had hopedyou would seein my eyesis"NO. Help me."What I really wantisto stophurtingand dyinginside.To have someone realizethat I'm notokay.I want someoneto seethe tearsin my eyes,the sadnessin my smile.I want someoneto seehow fakemy laugh really is,and see the painhiddenbeneath my sparkling eyes.So no,I am NOTokay,I am NOThappy.Help mebeforeI perishaloneslowlyin agony...