There is no answer to "How are you?" There is only a shrug, a quiet nod, a smile that does not reveal what is breaking inside. I don’t even know myself anymore. How does one feel when one feels nothing? How do you explain emptiness when words are missing? I am here because I was here yesterday, and tomorrow I will be because today still exists. Not because there is a reason. Not because I have to But simply because life goes on, whether it has meaning or not. I love my friends. I see them laugh, fight, dream— and I know they don’t need me. They would cry, yes, but then they would move on, and that is good. No one should have to look after me. I don’t want to be the one people worry about. So I would rather help others. When they cry, I hold their hands, listen to their worries, find words to comfort them. Then, for a moment, I feel something— a brief spark, as if I were still part of this world after all. But it always fades. Time has made me tired. The mistakes, the shadows, the moments that string together like scars until I barely recognize myself. I can laugh when something is funny, I can love, maybe even be happy for a short while— but the foundation remains fragile, and beneath it, there is only silence. I do not fear death. I do not call for it, but I would welcome it if it came—just like that, without drama, without fear. Life holds no meaning for me, and that is no longer pain, just a fact. That is why I hate the question: Are you okay? Because what am I supposed to say? I don’t want to be the victim, not the one who needs saving. So I nod. Smile. And let myself drift on, between day and night, between being and not being, between meaning and nothingness.