oh, I have to remember to remember what I told myself when I was smart and 17. sometimes I forget that I am still who I was and I'm allowed to think the thoughts I thought when I was brave and it's okay to want to go back to then because then is when i possessed the power that most lose after some time of being thrown around the world while everyone chants "one of us" but i am not "one of us" and I'll never be "one of us" because I'm one of me and there's only 1 of me so I need to love her because I'm all she has and all she will ever have. after all, she is me and I am her and I was brave and strong and smart and I have it in me I just need some time to rest. slow down. not please, but thank you.








