There will be days when you want to just throw in the towel and give up. There will be days of stiff necks and no sleep and sore muscles. People will be cruel. Food will go bad. You will feel like the world is out to get you. Everything will start to frustrate you, the news will make you sad. Winter will creep up on you and you will find yourself alone and burrowing yourself in your schoolwork to try to keep the loneliness at bay.
But then spring arrives. Something big blooms in your chest. Sparrows sing to you and the air suddenly is clearer. You fall in love. You will grow a garden. Good things will start to come to you, beautiful people will find you. Remember those good things when the days get cold and the nights get long. Remember that you deserve to feel good. That you deserve to have good people and good food and a safe place to come home to. Remember that bad moods pass and that all bad days end. And that no matter where you are or how lonely you get, somebody out there is looking for you and is waiting for you to find them and give them your love.

What are you afraid of?

You are so beautiful, so cute, so lucky to be alive.

Eighteen is too young to be so sad.

You don’t care about anyone as much as they will care about you.

Cheer up, my friend.

Relax.

Take a breath.

You are so many things.

Would you care if I died?

If I never came home?

I could have left, too.

I’m scared.

You look more like your mother every day.

I want you to fuck me. I want you to cum for me.

Please.

I’d really like to kiss you right now.

But this is all just misplaced energy.

I can’t smoke a cigarette with you.

Tell me if you stop loving me.

You are not allowed to love.

Stop thinking so much.

Relax.

Stop.

Stop caring so much about things that don’t matter.

Words are not a career.

Write the truth, but don’t write your truth.

How can one person be so destructive and so beautiful.

How come you don’t believe in Home?

I want everything inside of you.

I want you to give me your world.

Sleep.

No one will love you the way he loves you.

No one wants to watch you burn.

You selfish bitch.

The world will never remember you.

No matter how much you scream.

No matter how much you curse.

Fuck you.

If getting over me is too hard you can always fuck the pain away.

You are the biggest liar that I have ever met.

Thank you for telling me the truth.

I bought your book just to burn it.

I know you were hurt.

Why don’t you cry?

It’s going to be okay.

This is all just misplaced

energy.