I’d like you to know that someday you’ll be looking up to me.
I may not be the strongest person in the universe.
But I do have strength.
I may not be the most beautiful woman in the world.
But beauty doesn’t affect my beliefs.
I may not be able to help you.
But God knows, I will sure as hell try.
Someday you’ll look up to me.
Not as a god.
Not as a queen.
As a friend.
As a source of inspiration.
Within these vignettes, I hope you find yourself amongst my words.
I hope you realize what it is you want in life.
I hope you realize what you’re wants are.
I hope you strive for your dreams.
And maybe someday you’ll look back on this, and realize how much it may have helped.
How much these words touched your heart.
For that is my dream.
I don’t want to be a king.
I do not strive to be envied.
I do not long to be in history.
I simply want to be heard.
I want you to cling to my words, like they’re your umbrella, in a storm.
I wish you’d hear me.
That’s all I want.
To be heard.
It’d be a marvelous thing.
To know that I, a young, manic, woman from a small no-good town, has made her way into someone’s heart.
Into someone’s head.
Cling to my words.
For they are my virtue.
They’re all I have.
I wish you’d understand.
I wish you’d look through these pages, and find what it is that you’ve been looking for.
Please.
Someday.
Someday I’ll have helped people.
Someday I’ll maybe have helped you.