What is it like to be you living in this broken world?

Is it a happy tale you're living? An adventure? An angst filled drama? Or a tragicomedy? Do tell me. I'm curious. What is it like being you?

I know sometimes you long for people to just ask how you're doing just because. I know you sometimes think, "If only they know then they won't judge..." But it isn't always the case. There aren't many good people who care. I'm sorry if people always have motives for checking on you and some even like to judge and compare.

So let this thread be meaningful. Just a stranger asking another stranger, "How are you doing really?" I hope you're holding on. I hope that when you need a hand to help or an ear to listen from someone you trust fully, you have it.

I hope because truth is, I wish it for me too.