“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 god damn 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. F*ck it. Love yourself,
kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.”
