The day was dreadful. I cried between class. I cried in the car. I cried in traffic. I cried ‘till I slept. I may have cried in my sleep. But, right now, I feel like it’s a whole new day when in actuality, it is only the night.

I want to make love. I want to make art. I want to make out. I want to work out. I want to be alive.