I’m having a really hard time just being okay. Mostly right now I’m just surviving. It’s not like I’m not trying. I am. But I wake up and you are there, I go to bed and you are there. I can be going about my own business throughout the day, not thinking about you, I look at a person, or a shirt, or a store, and bam…there you are. You are the sun at 7 o clock, the glare that you hate, but you must love the sun because without it, there is no light. You are the rain, you cause the flowers to grow, but depress even the happiest days. You are everything I don’t want to love, but I have no choice.