We'll make it out one day. I promise.

I just hope we make it out alive. One day we will live in a world where everyone isn't so obsessed with how people perceive them. One day we'll live in a world where you aren't constantly ridiculed for being different. Society will open up and one day realize that it's boring to be what everyone expects. I'm not saying society has conformed me, but one day it won't conform my children, or their children, or their children. I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.
One day it will be different.
At least I hope...