"How are you?" he asked. →
nonconformity-: My mind answered for me. I’m unwell. I’m angry and sad and confused. Most of all I’m frustrated. Frustrated that my passion wasn’t enough to get me to where I wanted to be. Frustrated that the one thing I was relying on the most, was the only thing that ruined my chances. Instict kicked in and I said, “I’m doing well. Thank you.” He noticed the tears in my eyes and instantly...