ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵈᵃʸˢ a fictional short story inspired by the song good days by SZA "ᴵ ᵗʳʸ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ˡᵒˢⁱⁿ' ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉ ᴵ ʷᵒʳʳʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ʷᵃˢᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉ ᵒⁿ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵇᵃᵇʸ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᶜᵃʳᵉ" Days and days and days go by. I can't keep living like this. Cried so much I ran out of tears. Laugh so I don't cry. Why am I still so hung up on him? He was a jerk, that's how things ended. Why, why, am I still thinking on what could've been? I have been in such a dark place. He's probably out there, having the time of his life while I'm sitting in my dark, monochromatic, depressing, cloud of a room. Crumpled up tissues by my nightstand. The lamp flickering. The fan slowly spinning, and spinning, and spinning. I gave all, ALL, my love and attention and time to him just to get treated like cr-ap in return. Again, why am I so focused on him even though we went our separate ways? Why am I still giving all my energy thinking about him and why am I still wasting my time on him when he's not even here!? Finally, after a long period of time, a bumpy, bumpy road still lies ahead. But I will start living life to the fullest again. Just how I was before I met him. I need to heal. I need to feel the sun gleaming against my skin again. I know better days will be ahead if I try. Good days. "ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵗʳʸ, ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉ ⁱⁿ ⁽ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵈᵃʸˢ⁾, ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵈᵃʸˢ, ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ˢᵘⁿⁿʸ ⁱⁿˢⁱᵈᵉ ᴳᵒᵒᵈ ᵈᵃʸ ˡⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ᵐⁱⁿᵈ"
