I'm not okay.
I want to talk to my mom.
I want a therapist.
I want.
I have hopes I have dreams I have loved ones I have connections I have emotions I have a body I have fingers I have toes I have arms I have a head I have a body. I have a mind I have a soul I have a heart I have everything that everyone else does. I'm not okay. I can be not okay. I don't have to be okay. I don't have to function like everyone else. I don't have to do my homework as efficiently I don't have to go to my extracurriculars I don't have to get perfect grades I don't have to be perfect. I am a human. No human being can be perfect. No perfect being can be human. I am a human. I am not a perfect being. I have fingers to type toes to dance arms to hug emotions to feel life to live. I have a life to live it. I want to live. I want to live. I want to feel and hug and dance and type and sing and draw and live. I want to cry and laugh and love and touch and feel. I want to feel. I want to live. I want to be human. I want to live. I don't want to be perfect. I want to live.













