No one can tell you what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just come out the other side. Or you don't.
I'll throw my voice into the starts and maybe the echo of my words will be written for you in the clouds by sunrise. All I am trying to say is: I will love you through the darkness. - Christopher Poindexter