Every once in a while, people step up. They rise above themselves. Sometimes they fall short. Life is funny sometimes - it can push pretty hard, but if you look close enough you can find hope in the words of children, the bars of a song and in the eyes of someone you love. And if you’re lucky, and I mean if you’re the luckiest person on the entire planet, the person you love decides to love you back.





























What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.
















    
   
(^i say this som-
etimes, does this
make me a dor-
k?)