Your heroes are just people. They cry, they stub their toes, they lose things, they get sick. Everyone is just trying to be a person.
Apologize less and learn to accept apologies you never received.
You build temporary relationships that don’t go beyond that, even if you yearn for something more.
My hope is that, from time to time, you can pick up this letter and read it with Grandma, and remind yourself that you were — for one boy, at the very least — the most important thing in the world.
It’s him texting you at 2 am. It’s him saying he might make it. The apathy in his touch when he dances with you. Maybe is a painful memory. And thank god you punched that wall enough, because, you got sick of emotional bloody knuckles.
You feel numb because you believe you are wasting your life.
You can find a home anywhere.
Truly hate yourself. Eat too much junk food. Stop exercising. Treat yourself like shit. Then, learn how to survive the hatred. Learn how to hate yourself so much, that you hit rock bottom. Then learn how to climb that mountain and come out from the other side better and stronger.
Sometimes the most powerful thing you can say is absolutely nothing at all.
Your life is yours. You’re responsible for yourself and living and expressing your most beautiful dreams. No one can find happiness by living dreams of someone else.