I wish that I could go back and tell myself that it turns out ok.
That all of the pain would soon be replaced with smiles.
That all of the anger would be wiped away with laughter.
I'd like to tell myself that when it seemed hopeless, a helping hand was already on its way, that the skies weren't as dark as they appeared and the storm would only last so long before my world would right itself again.
--JB
