Fine.

I was what, seventeen, sixteen? who knows now, riding shotgun while my mom drove five miles under the speed limit, "Chaya, how are you?"

The ubiquitous 'fine,' seemed less than satisfying to my mother who replied, "I don't remember what the eFF stands for, but Insecure, Neurotic, and Emotional."

Well, now I know, Fucked Up completes the acronym and am happy to say that I am far from fine, I am dandy.