Bad Day

and she swears there’s nothing wrong
i hear her playing that same old song
she puts me up and puts me on
and had a bad day again
she said i would not understand
she left a note and said i’m sorry i
i had a bad day again

I’ve decided that I don’t think I have bad days. I mean, of course there are days that nothing seems to go right. Days that I play my SIMS 3 until my people are about to get married to just to find out that my computer doesn’t support the game anymore! Days when I want to exercise, I want to ride the bike that we just fixed up but it rains every night when I get home from work. Days when I miss the boy and want nothing more than to be with him.

But I get over those things. I’ve been thinking that maybe I let those things go because they’re not always important in the long run. There will be other days to play SIMS. There will be other days to ride my bike. There will be other days to love a boy. There may even be other boys.

I don’t let things get to me too much. I don’t stress. Well, I do stress, I freak out. But still, I never honestly don’t think I’ll get something done. I guess I’m just optimistic that way.

Jamie spent hours one night explaining to me how he can’t be happy because there’s always going to be something bad. Something gone wrong. I told him happiness doesn’t mean that everything is perfect, but that you can overlook those things. He said that happiness is what you’re taught happiness is. Which makes sense. It just makes me sad that he doesn’t think he’ll ever be happy. That makes me imensely sad.