maybe, someday.

...and maybe someday we will figure all this out, try to put an end to all our doubts. and try to find a way to make things better now that maybe someday we'll live our lives out loud. we'll be better off somehow, someday.

so i guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. and maybe we’ll never know most of them. but even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. we can still do things. and we can try to feel okay about them. ~the perks of being a wallflower