against the odds.
would it help to know that in a weird, twisted way, i know exactly what i'm doing. that if you wanted to hope, it would probably treat you very kindly in the end. i have no definition for "end." end could be three months, six months, one year, three years from now. right now i don't know, but i know that i will. every last bit of me says the same thing. what i do right now, though you will not believe it, i do for us. all i need ... is time.