dear girl,

Stop apologizing for living. No one knows what they’re doing and no one’s doing it right. Which means everyone is. Stop saying sorry for making mistakes you’re not making. It’s just a plot twist.

Dear girl,

Leave him. Please leave him. He’ll never change, and you’ll just end up with a fucked up skeleton that makes you fall on the kitchen floor needing someone else to help you. Or he’ll kill you. You’re too important to lose. Somewhere out there there’s another little girl that needs you to tell your story to save her.

Dear girl,

Stop being afraid to tell someone you want to join them. Take the chance. People like you. Geronimo baby. Make your own fucking rules.

Dear girl,

Stop letting those demons in your head work overtime. I’m sure they’re tired.

Dear girl,

Explore the world. And do it alone. Do it with people, but only people that don’t suck.

Dear girl,

Your family are not the people that surrounded you when you were born. Family are the people that show up on a rainy Saturday morning just to support your dreams.

Dear girl,

He’s wrong, you’re right. Stop shutting up. You are smarter than that. You could run circles around those tiny tittybabies. Also dawk them in the face.

Dear girl,

Be gay, be so fucking gay. Be open and be proud.

Dear girl,

Brag about yourself, you’re so fucking cool.

Dear girl,

Say NO. A lot. All the time. Never stop.

11.9.23