the most important resolutions ever written.

I wanted to believe.

I no longer believe in the beautiful mirage that was december,
nor the helpless agony that was january.

It never happened.

I must tell myself: I am not diposable. Really.

I must tell myself: I am worthy of love.

Time is the cure.

In time, I will come to breath fire when arrogant boys push me out of their path on the way to the bong.

In time, I will be the one called, not calling at three in the morning out of loneliness and need.

In time, I will respond to attacks not with anger and hurt, but with the knowing smile of one above it all.

In time, all around me will be infused with the love I radiate.

In time, I will be a force to be reckoned with.

The time is now.