It’s okay to be soft when the rest of the world is rough. It’s okay that you’re easily upset. It’s okay that you get hurt easily. It’s not a bad thing that you feel so much.

It’s okay that your hands shake.

It’s okay that you like dirty mirrors and blurry pictures better than crisp images of yourself because you’re so used to being a ghost. It’s okay to not feel real sometimes.

You don’t have to be pretty when you cry. It’s okay that your mind plays tricks on you so often that you have no idea what you actually look like.

Remind yourself that it is okay to disconnect. It’s okay to take time to recharge.

It’s okay to be alone. It’s okay to be lonely and to be vulnerable.

It’s okay to hate yourself but only if you remind yourself that it is not permanent. It’s okay to be sad as long as you remind yourself that it is not permanent.

As long as you are alive, you are growing, changing. I think the world is changing as much as I am because the trees outside my window don’t look the same as they did yesterday. I don’t think I will ever be the same person I was when I was at my worst.

Know that honesty is the easiest way to heal.

So maybe you don’t hate who you are now. You hate who you were yesterday. Your mind hasn’t caught up with your growth.

Promise me, promise me you’ll remind yourself that it’s okay to be yourself tomorrow.

You’re sleeping, but I just need you to know that I’m still in love with you. I’m so in love with you that it hurts. Every time I’m without you, it hurts. You make me feel like I am forever. You are my happiness. You are every single constellation. You’re perfect and I love you so much. - 4:06 am
—  I almost called you, again.

I look for validation sometimes
in the form of numbers on
social networking sites
the number of notes,
number of followers,
number of likes.

If we’re being honest,
I think they make me hate
myself a little less.

If we’re being honest
I would tell you that
I feel like too much
all the time.

I need reminders
that it’s okay
to be bursting
at the seams,
that people still
like me even
when I have trouble
liking myself.

The stretchmarks
on my skin are
me that I’m
too much for my own
skin to handle.

I feel like
explosions trapped in
a body sometimes.

I don’t know how to
be any less than I am.

This is for anyone
that feels like too much
of anything.

I hope you never
let anyone water you down.

Write this down:
I validate my own existence.

Write it anywhere you’ll see it often.
Remind yourself until you start
to believe it.

For what it’s worth,
if you think you’re a handful,
most people have got two.

If they don’t,
people have ears to listen,
arms to hold you,
mouths to comfort you.

Let them breathe you in.

Growing up means watching all your heroes die.
It’s realizing that every parent makes mistakes,
that they weren’t monsters,
or superheroes,
they were human.

My father isn’t Superman
but he works a bunch
of jobs and even
though he’s not home
often, his absence
just means that
he cares about me
enough to keep
a roof over our heads.

My mother works two jobs
and still has time to take
classes at a community
college to try and
get the education
she didn’t have time
for the first time around.

Growing up is watching
the bad grade you got in chemistry,
your SAT score,
your GPA,
your college rejection letters,
the name of the boy
who didn’t like you back
in 9th grade,
the things that don’t matter
fade away from the
back of your mind.

Growing up means
watching some of your childhood
friends turn into the people
they used to hate.

It’s realizing that
you can’t save anyone
from themselves.
They have to do it on their own.

Growing up means
you can’t fight anyone’s
battles for them
because you have your
own to fight.

Growing up is realizing
you can’t always keep everyone
around forever but
if you love them enough
you’ll find a way.

I think growing up
also means that you’re
always scared as hell
about growing up
because you never
feel like a grown up.

Maybe being scared
just means you’re still
and figuring things out.

So if you’re scared,
just remember
that all of the rest
of us are too.