There are the years that I crumble, and there are years that I slowly pick up my pieces whislt collecting scars.
There are the years that I drink just so I can sleep and get high just so I can cry.
There are the years that I drink spiked coffee for breakfast and spiked hot chocolate before bed, knowing that I am happy right at this moment and everything will be OK.
And I know some day I will buy myself a ring because I put myself first, and some time in the future I will give that ring to my daughter, hoping that she knows she belongs to herself before anyone else.
There are the years that ask question
and the ones that answer.
_Zoey Neal Hurlston