Things

Things are things. It's like...do I say things are better? I guess they are.

But in a lot of ways they aren't. They aren't worse, and maybe they aren't bad anymore...but they aren't better.

If that makes sense.

You learn to live with things, I suppose. Things get better or they get worse or they just get constant, and you learn to live with it.

Some things are much better, like being able to say "I love you" to Jordan again, and hearing it back.

Some things are worse, like screwing up my summer.

Some things are just constant, like my problems between my dad and I.

But, well, it's just...things.