dear quinn,

stop making
justifications.

your life
isn't a
list of
excuses.

it's a bucket list.
and it has a
time limit.

love,
quinn

dear quinn,

it's hard
to feel
everything.
especially when
everything
hurts.

but feeling
nothing....

that's like pouring
out your coffee
because it's too hot.

blow on it, and wait.

love,
quinn

dear quinn,

it
is
okay
to
ask
for
help

love,
quinn

dear quinn,

to be alive
is to be
tired.

drink your coffee,
put on your smile,
and pretend
that life doesn't
**** the marrow
out of your bones.

just like everyone else.

love,
quinn

dear quinn,

missing people
*****.

but you miss them
because they
matter.

love,
quinn

dear quinn,

it's okay
to tell people

how to make
you feel
okay.

they'll call you
by the right name
and the right pronouns.

and if they don't,
they will have lost
a part
of what it is
to be
human.

and that isn't
your fault.

love,
quinn

dear quinn,

you feel needy.
and you think
that it's a
bad thing.

needing people
to help
you be okay
isn't a
bad thing.

it's human.

love,
quinn