Look. I need to tell you something. I'm not very resilient. I'm not bouncing back like one of those shockingly-pink rubber balls you get out of quarter vending machines.
And when you ask me how I am, I really don't know. It changes every second I think, because something new occurs to me every second. I can keep you updated, but really, it'd get tedious. I'm just being honest.
I am also a foolish optimist. Because the secret corner of my heart leaves the light on every time I start to cry.