Your “How Are You?” Means Nothing

To be honest, today I have no idea what to write about. Recently, I found myself slipping into a mild depression again. And why? Simply because another goal has been reached—actually, several—and now my days have become monotonous. As soon as routine sets in, depression creeps up on me. Everything in life seems wonderful, but my mood swings are like a rollercoaster: one day, I laugh hysterically to the point where people might think I'm drunk or high; the next day, I’m completely miserable, crying as if some terrible tragedy has occurred.

Yet no one sees my tears, nobody sees me crying—they only notice the girl who laughs and smiles. Only those truly close to me have witnessed all my emotional states. Tears, for me, represent weakness, and weakness isn’t something you willingly show to just anyone. That’s why few people genuinely know me.

People often pretend they care, telling you to reach out if you need anything—but it’s just a formality. WHY? Why do people pretend and lie? For me, that’s exactly what it is—lying, not politeness. That's precisely why I handle everything on my own. Because, essentially, nobody cares about you. Everyone has their own life; no one needs someone else's problems. I understand this perfectly well; I don’t need other people’s problems either. But there is one significant difference—I won’t pretend that I care when I don’t. I won’t offer something out of politeness. If I say something, I follow through, or at least I try—circumstances can vary. But for many people, words mean absolutely nothing. I’ve encountered this repeatedly.

People fear being direct, afraid of telling the truth. Why? Are you scared of appearing bad in someone else’s eyes? Or afraid of hurting someone else’s feelings? Don’t you realize that lying only makes things worse?

I’m straightforward, which often hurts people's feelings. But at least I tell the truth, and sensible people appreciate that. I rarely give compliments. Therefore, if I give a compliment, it’s sincere and genuine—not mere flattery.

I've learned to say no. I no longer try to be nice or convenient for others—I genuinely don’t care what people think about me. I only have one life, and I intend to live it exactly as I please. Other people's opinions don't matter to me. I didn’t even listen to my own parents, so do you really think anyone else's opinion holds weight for me?