Things might not get better tomorrow. Y ou may have many tomorrows and
nothing changes. But that is not the point. The point of moving through all these
tomorrows is to get to the one tomorrow that finally does get better.
One day you wake up and you’re twenty-three and you can’t remember what it
feels like to be seventeen but you still cry to your mother after a bad day and you
look a little older but you don’t really feel it.