I understand that I'm not perfect. I made mistakes and I had a hand in everything that's happened to me, good and bad.

I'm better for all the things that have happened to me, the good and the bad.

You can love the good in us and hate the bad but the bad is in us too. Without it we wouldn't be us.

By then I knew that everything good and bad left an emptiness when it stopped. But if it was bad, the emptiness filled up by itself. If it was good you could only fill it by finding something better.

At times it has been good. At times it has been average.

I've had good times; I've had bad times.