I'm not going to write about breathing & broken hearts, because that all comes naturally. You don't have to try to do that. I'm going to remind you that your walls are covered in the secrets that were never good enough. That you always liked being photographed but you're losing the people who take the pictures. That your amber eyes are set in scar tissue & that you love everyone because it's so much easier than liking them.You're not the only person in the world who ever gets angry so someday you're going to need to stop playing hopscotch & spit out all that bile my girl. You're always going to be okay because you know deep down that you're an innately lucky person.