It’s about kids. And the parents who struggle to raise them.
It’s about being who you are. Especially when that means letting your freak flag wave high ;).
It’s about how sometimes you just want to tear everything to fucking pieces, but you listen to the light inside you. Even when it’s a struggle.
It’s about standing up for yourself, doing your best to make your voice heard. And making sure they listen.
It’s about never quitting. Even after you’ve lost a loved one.
It’s about secrets; the ones we share and the ones we keep.
It’s about optimism. And hope.
It’s about pain. And repression.
It’s about how even the twisted can find love. And even the good can experience loss.