I’ve gotten pretty good at it. I know when someone doesn’t want me there, or when someone isn’t feeling right, or when they just aren’t having a good day. “I’m okay,” is something I’ve heard one too many times. I, myself, use it to get attention. If someone asks what’s wrong, I say that I’m okay, when really I’m not. I know how to spot it when other people aren’t really okay, but I wish there were some people who could read me better. I wish that there would be just someone that could read between my lines. Someone I could talk to that understood me and where I’m coming from. Someone that doesn’t just leave me to go to bed or just talks to me about their problems. I want to be heard as well, I don’t want to do all the listening.