Someday I will join the Peace Corps.
I will get a PhD in philosophy.
I will stop letting my blush give me away all the time.
I will be an asshole.
I will lie under a tree in a field with a lover while he reads me his poetry.
I will be a best-selling author.
I will live in Paris.
I will live in Forks.
Someday I will go back in time and do it all over, and do it all different.
Someday I’ll realize that “someday” is just a fancy word for “never.”