I have come to tell you what I needed at sixteen with pneumatized bones and right hand replaced with a pneumatic device, more emaciated than the Japanese Maple.

The story so far: even the frailest of bodies operate as biomes, but I had refused to feed my ecosystem. Despite this, even as quiet as it's kept, where there is hunger, there is hope. I went to the hospital and slept there for 127 nights. I went back to school and wore silk and lace in every color, but I got sick again.

It's not over.

Allow me to offer you some post-sentimental affirmations; whether you are questioning the validity of your orientation, grappling with any kind of mental or physical illness, or simply feeling overwhelmed and under-prepared to cope with new or continuing academic and personal challenges--things will change. Maybe not for the better. Maybe you or I will always struggle, but no one feels the same emotion the same way for but so long.

So no, maybe things won't be perfect, or even better in the way you are imagining them. No, things won't be perfect, but perhaps they will be good.

Everyone whispers, types, texts, scribbles the question Yahoo answers and Google cannot pinpoint.

Will it be okay?

Of course. Absolutely. Affirmative. Yep. Oui. Ja. Si. Hai. T'e. Aai.

Yes.