I'm not afraid of the dark anymore mom. Perhaps that's part of the problem. Mom says "I thought the problem was that you can't get out of bed." I can't.

The girl looked me in the eyes studying me very closely...

"You sure your really fine?" she asked me and I just fake smiled.

"I'm okay." was all I said. Well what else could I say? I have problems that you don't want to know about? My life is a living hell?