We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

I saw those words, Oscar Wilde's words, painted on the rusting metal of a bridge yesterday.

Did I ever think it would end up this way?
No.
But I haven't done anything right so far to make sure it didn't.

I'm going to fix things. If I can.
I'll try my absolute hardest.

I just hope someone still believes in me.