The words said mean so much and so little now. I can’t help but to believe things were actually fine back in the day. I’m far from broken and I’m not near devastation. But at the same time, pure happiness is distant from where I’d like it to be. What is pure happiness? To be glad and content is one thing, but genuine joy is another. Genuine joy ranks best, but I’m sure there are secrets onto how to get it. Someday, I’m going to get that secret bit to have everything more than fine.