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Chapter 3:- I'm Fine
I’m fine. Let me explain fine to you. When I say fine, this is what I mean:
Fucked up
Insecure
Neurotic
Extremely Depressed
Everyone would ask how I was, and I would tell them. I am fine. I am absolutely fine. No one digs further; no one bothers to figure out what it means. So I try something new. In my house there is a never-ending supply of alcohol. I try some dessert liquor: strawberry, that's my favorite. You know what else is good? I pour red wine into my tea in the morning. That's good too. I do it again. And again and again and again. Oops, it's my science final that morning. Too bad I don't remember taking that. I mention as much to Hailey in math class that afternoon. Next thing I know, I find myself in the student assistance counselor's room again.
"Ms. Sparrow, I really have no idea what you mean."
"Adrina, two students and a math teacher told me separately."
"I have a lot of enemies."
"It's your favorite teacher for heaven's sake."
"Well, they're lying."
She didn't believe me of course. The school year ended two days later. I had a boyfriend, and a few friends. I was living with my parents again, after one attempted suicide.
I’m fine. Let me explain fine to you. When I say fine, this is what I mean:
Fucked up
Insecure
Neurotic
Extremely Depressed
Everyone would ask how I was, and I would tell them. I am fine. I am absolutely fine. No one digs further; no one bothers to figure out what it means. So I try something new. In my house there is a never-ending supply of alcohol. I try some dessert liquor: strawberry, that's my favorite. You know what else is good? I pour red wine into my tea in the morning. That's good too. I do it again. And again and again and again. Oops, it's my science final that morning. Too bad I don't remember taking that. I mention as much to Hailey in math class that afternoon. Next thing I know, I find myself in the student assistance counselor's room again.
"Ms. Sparrow, I really have no idea what you mean."
"Adrina, two students and a math teacher told me separately."
"I have a lot of enemies."
"It's your favorite teacher for heaven's sake."
"Well, they're lying."
She didn't believe me of course. The school year ended two days later. I had a boyfriend, and a few friends. I was living with my parents again, after one attempted suicide.
