When someone would ask me
how I am,
I used to say, "I'm good."
without even thinking.
I've decided to finally start telling the truth.
My response now is,
"I can't stop focusing on the past,
I'm petrified of the future."
Then instead of the Irish Exit,
I only talk to one other person,
have a full blown panic attack,
and then go to a bar by myself.