it's strange how the harshest words will always ring as clearly as church bells inside your head,
but the kind words fall and fade away as quickly as they're spoken into existence

a passing rain cloud

the condition where you are a shattered wine glass,
reflecting the light from the sunset and painting rainbows across the skin of everyone you love,
but jagged and drawing blood when held too tightly.

Don't be so ******* yourself, don't punish yourself for things that are not your fault, don't give endlessly to people that will never give anything in return, don't strive for the unattainable illusion of happiness as being something that is earned. Don't believe that you are defined by what has happened to you, and don't believe that quiet but incessant voice trying to convince you that your own meticulously planned self destruction will be worth it.

The slow drip of self doubt will wear you down little by little, until one day everything inside of you will snap. You do not want to spend six months of your life under fluorescent lights, watching people that reflect back at you the vacancy you see in your own eyes. You don't want to be left with bits of a shattered life, trying to piece yourself back together; but that is where these things will lead you. You cannot outrun or outsmart the cruelties of the world. You cannot treat yourself with contempt and come out unscathed. You are not invincible.