all the time that you spent trying to convince yourself of what you want to believe adds up to nothing in light of everything that you want. and each day is a brand new beginning and life passes by outside yourself. and you just get a little bit older everyday. and it seems like the world is gonna end, but each day when the sun goes down it comes up again. though everything seems like something will change, it won't go away.
and why must you always look at me like i'm on fire? cos i just do the best that i can. and i know that you do too.
i know you do too.

AND THEN I WOKE UP BELIEVING EVERYTHING WOULD BE OKAY