Ooo, send them to me. I'll fix 'em. I'll tell them every detail of what's got me fucked up latelish, every day, until they learn to stop asking.
If you don't want the most accurate answer I can come up with on a scale from "Kinda meh I guess" to detailed description of the last several things to really screw up my mood then do not ask me how I am 😅 No one's ever going to do anything with this information, but I almost can't help but answer basically whatever I'm asked. Maybe it's a deep-seated drive to yap about myself at every opportunity.
doesn't look up at that paragraph Nah, I wouldn't do that...