That's all there is..

"Lucy, how are you? You look tired..." they all say.

"Sick, tired, sore." Hurting, wanting understanding. Laughing on the inside that all you understand is what I say and not what it means. Leave me alone.

People do not seem to get it... ever.
Idiot-thick-heads.
I have better things to do than lie to you, so don't ask, so I don't have to lie.
Don't ask, so I don't have to let another let down into my life.