Every day I see how I am not as good as you, or anyone else, but it doesn't mean that I give up. I continue being me, and someday, someone will tell me that it is 'okay' for me to be who I am.

Someday, no one will care what I do, or when I do it, and when that day comes, they will look back at their lives, and realize that they have come farther then they ever thought they could. Maybe they will have grown a little; learned a few things the hard way.

Someday, everyone will grow up, and I hope I can be there when they realize how stupid and petty they have all been.

Someday, we will run out of tomorrows and there will be no more someday's. . . and when that last day comes, I will still be here. . .

Being me.

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