TUESDAY. 6:50 AM.
There's a saying that 'Every new day is filled with good things; making it a good day.'
That's a lie.
Growing up, I realized that every new day is filled with good and bad things, and sometimes just bad things. My mom only told me that every morning just to cheer me up after Dad really left. But instead, she should have said—
'Every new day is filled with good things; you just have to find that thing that makes you smile and everything else would be good, thereby making it a good day.'
But the problem is, we don't know what's good for us and what's bad for us these days, so we just act without knowing.
But I'm smart enough to know what's good for me—Adrian… I think. But then there's Madison and suddenly I feel like I'm the source of someone's bad day, which is really not a nice thing to feel.
