Let me tell you something, kid. I know that you’re sad. And I know that you think some boy with pretty eyes who makes you laugh until your stomach hurts is the answer. But he isn’t the answer. Or the savior. Or the light at the end of the tunnel. He’s just a boy with pretty eyes who makes you laugh until your stomach hurts. And I know that you want him to reach a hand to the floor and help you stand again, but he can’t fix you. He’s sad, too. He’s looking for the answer. And newsflash: it isn’t you. It isn’t anybody. Because people aren’t going to teach you how to wake up even when it’s hard, and how to feel life all the way to your gut without trying to throw it back up, and how to demand your own kindness. No, kid. That’s something you have to figure out for yourself.
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You know who’s gonna give you everything? Yourself.
― iane Von Fursenberg
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