"How are you doing?"
It's a simple question, really, but how does one answer it? You
can't say the truth, that would be way too comlicated and would
inflict too many concerns. She's staring at you, expecting an
answer. You're avoiding her gaze, staring at your sneakers. You
don't want to lie to her.
I'm not doing so well. Actually, I'm doing horrible. I
hate myself. I'm fat. I'm ugly. I'm a disgrace. I'm
the most hated girl in the class. I'm the most hated girl in
the world. Even you hate me. How could you, being someone so
beautiful, love me, such a creature practically the very example of
the word 'ugliness'?
"I'm fine."