“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 g*ddam personally.
You are
not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to
compliment
someone’s 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
Sundays.
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.”