And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
People with awkward personalities tend to be more reliable, trust worthy, and generous.
Out of your vulnerabilities will come your strength.
If it makes you feel like a big person to say all of those untrue things about me, then go right ahead. You act like someone gave you rights to patrol and harass my life. My life is my business and mine alone. You keep creepy little tabs on me like I belong to you. You sat back starting confusion after confusion and for what? Then you say I’m selfish and treated you like trash. Your sick and twisted behavior is the reason you got treated like trash. You do horrible stuff and then go and hide behind one of your many identities and suddenly I am the bad person. If you have to sit back and do all of that just to see who qualifies to be a part of your circle and your world, then you need to just be ALONE. Everything you ever did to and continue to do me is uncalled for. You keep sitting around just searching to see what horrible thing I could possibly do to “destroy” your precious world. I assure you, I am not the worst thing that could happen to you. However you definitely were the worst thing that ever happened to me. So go ahead and get pissed because I called what you’ve done, to the ones who loved you most, rotten. In the end we both know that no matter how hard you try, you can’t hide the fact you’re simply a rotten individual. If I wanted to sink to your level there are plenty of things I could blast you openly about. However, being that I actually have class and a moral compass, I choose not to. It’s never been my style to do anyone like that, even people who mean NOTHING to me. To be frank, life is too short. A hard lesson I’ve learned again and again in my life. I have wasted enough energy and time on you already. Just stay out of my life and keep my name out of your mouth.