Every day is a new day for me. I wake up in the hopes that this will be the day of change. That maybe when I turn on the news, there will be a little less hurt, a little less pain. I see that the world is getting worse every day; someone is suing someone, killing someone, stealing from someone for no reason other than to do the act in which they do. It makes me sick to my stomach to live in this world sometimes.

There is a darkness, sometimes, that is inescapable. But I still have hope that everything will be different in the morning. After all, tomorrow is a new day, yeah?