Oh my. My. My list.

Someday…

• People will be able to find pieces of my work in the Norton Reader.
• I’ll no longer be sick.
• Expressing what I am really thinking will be much easier.
• My dad will be one of my closest friends.
• I’ll love myself.
• I won’t need to make people laugh to feel accepted.
• My smiles will reach my eyes again.
• I’ll stop obsessing about that nameless face that ruined my life.
• Four letter words will have meaning.
• I’ll tell you how much you hurt me.
• People will realize I’m not dramatic…I’m realistic.
• I’ll tell Train how much their lyrics keep me going.
• He’ll take back those words.
• I’ll be cool.
• I won’t continue to feel guilty.
• I’ll no longer fear being broken.
• I’ll let go of the past; both the good and the bad things.
• Art will come more naturally to me.
• The pain will go away.
• They’ll understand how much they screwed me up.
• I’ll behold myself.
• You’ll want me back.
• This list won’t matter.