[Places. Expectations. They work fine when you're born the sort that fits into them, but when you're not...]

I ask you to think about being foolish. To stop, and to weigh it out. You won't have security, likely. You won't have fine things much of the time. But you could have a life. You could have love. You could have something precious in this world that makes everything you've dealt with worth it.

There is nothing like freedom, nor is there anything like being loved and in love. I would trade everything for those things again, in a heartbeat.