Nothing is OK I guess

Remember the girl on the bus who did not want to be told it was OK? I told her it was OK, anyway. Remember?

Well, I’m currently sitting in a coffee shop with another girl. The top of her laptop has a bunch of stickers on it. One of them reads:

I’m Not OK

She has bleached-blonde hair (dark roots), painted-black fingernails, blue-and-white striped t-shirt, denim mini-skirt and silver boots, and piano keys tattooed around her upper arm. Skulls everywhere: silver skull earrings, another skull on her laptop, a pink (!) handbag with a skull.

I think I’m going to pass on telling her it’s going to be OK. I think I might not be OK after telling her that.