All drains lead to the ocean.

To my dad. Wherever he may be and whenever he may be reading this. I’m proud of who you are and what you’ve become. I just think I am not able to say it. We all long for love and acceptance and still it’s so hard to express it. I do know that, I realize that by looking at the people I love day by day and not being able to tell them. 2004 might give me a chance to change.

I believe.