Sometimes, I go through something and it hurts and I don't know if things are going to be okay again. But then days go by and I don't feel like crying and I wonder what it means that I am fine. I think maybe I'm ignoring my emotions and that they'll come back out of no where. Until I'm driving home, singing along to the radio, and I'm realize I am happy. Maybe that thing didn't break me, because I'm stronger than that. Maybe I can survive anything. Maybe I finally want to.