{for the me who hoped that more was coming, for the me who knew that there was magic to be had just over the horizon, for the me who was waiting for a life that was everythingeverythingeverything, but couldn't figure out in which direction to look for it because she didn't know what she was looking except to know that it had to be the right thing and not the wrong thing because the wrong thing would be bad or disappointing and prove that she was somehow bad or disappointing so she tried to do it all right and perfect but still found herself lacking, wanting, wishing for a dream that once upon a time seemed promised but now stayed just beyond}
Oh. My. Goodness.
I. Just. Can't.