It's been a while since I've just sat down and wrote. Since I've just blocked out everything else and wrote. To rant about how bad life really is. It's been a while since I've been able to tell the truth. The words "I'm fine," always seem to escape my mouth. The worst part is people accept it. They're all okay with me just saying, "I'm fine," and no one treads farther. I don't have a clue why not. Whenever someone says something so bland to me, I automatically suspect that it isn't true. I always try to force the truth out of them. No one is ever just fine, or good for that matter; those words are used as excuses and costumes to cover the truth. I can't truly explain what every single person means when they say it because everyone has their own pot of troubles brewing. I can't relate to anyone. Honestly, I'm not the best at that, but I still try. The problem with trying to relate to someone is it hurts them more, and more. It's like stabbing someone in the gut and thinking they'll be okay. You might believe that trying to relate helps -- and I guess it might with some people — but it has never worked for me. I guess what I'm trying to say is just because when you ask someone, "How are you doing?" doesn't mean they will tell you the truth. Dig a little deeper and it might do you both some good.