RogueTink

One day maybe you’ll write a book, or another book. Maybe you’ll go down to the Galapagos and help rescue sea turtles, standing guard on the beaches at night, just you and the other volunteers and the sand and a whole lot of beautiful. You’ll get your own apartment. You’ll learn how to surf, or drum, or be a vet. You’ll graduate. You’ll be who you are. You’ll fall in love with someone who will love you back. You’ll find friends who will come over at any hour when you need them to, friends you’ll want to do the same for, people who will be proud of you, people who will call you by your name, a god who will believe in you.
You’ll feel better.