yes, but you got out, you made a name, and you never have to be afraid of the same thing ever again.
I still get terrified in the middle of the night.
that maybe all there is, is what I have already.
what if I’m stuck like this forever?
then I usually lie to myself, and say
“tomorrow will be the day,
the day where your whole life is turned around,
the day your dreams are heard,
the day where is not a dream anymore,
the day where its reality that keeps you going,
not simply a hope of what could be:
once you finish college,
once you find people who feel like you,
once you get out of this city
once you become who you really are.”
