No One Survives Life.

If You Died It Would Be Like My Bones Had Been Removed. No One Would Know Why, But I Would Collapse.

Your Hair Is An Act Of God.

It Is Myself I Have Never Met Whose Face Is Pasted On The Underside Of My Mind

You’ll Be All Right. You’re Strong. I Know You’ll Be Okay Because I Like You And You Can’t Like Someone Who Doesn’t Like Themself. The People I Fear For Are The Ones Who I Don’t Like Because They Hate Themselves So Much They Won’t Let Anyone Else Like Them Either. But I Do Like You. I’ll Miss You. And I Know You’ll Be Okay.

I Am An Emotional Plagiarist, Stealing Other People's Pain, Subsuming It Into My Own Until I Can't Remember Whose It Is Any More.