i like to think,
that. in.
time., everything will
change. that my tears, they'll turn into smiles. that
my heart:
which is now in two: will mend. that
someday, i will not have to look in the mirror and feel like i am
not good.
enough. that maybe i will
not have to plaster this fake. smile. on my face, maybe it
can finally be real. now, this seems impossible. but
it's hope. and i need that.
