I have good days. These are days when I laugh, when I talk with my friends, when I have fun, when I'm caught up in the moment, when I smile.

I have bad days. These are days when I sit at home and think about the past, when I dwell on previous mistakes, when I think about the people no longer involved in my life, when I just can't let go.

I like the good days.

I hate the bad days.

The bad days will continue through most of the summer I suspect. I know a way to stop the bad days, but I most likely won't have a chance until I go back to college in the fall. Then I can erase/replace the reasons for the bad days. Then I can have good days all the time.

Until then, I have good days, and I have bad days.