It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.
In the end, I just want to say I’m sorry. But I’m moving on to better things, and nothing’s holding me back anymore.
One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.