I'm Monica. 20 years young. I am the beachcomber.
Do you see me standing there?
The cool breeze blowing through my locks
The crunch of the white sand, soft beneath my feet.
In between my toes.
A light kiss from the ocean's foam saying "I love you."
The sun bathing me in its warm rays.
And that is how I know, this is the place I am meant to be.
But will you join me?
"Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too."