There is nothing either
Good or Bad, But thinking makes it so.

Why am I becoming so quiet? I am constantly being asked if I\'m okay. \"How do I look like to you?\" I ask, because maybe with an answer, I\'ll believe what they say.I worry about my friends. And ive been told by some that they worry about me...I feel like they know somethings wrong. But all I\'ll continue to say is, \"Yea I\'m fine\" And smile the smile I use everyday.