I have someone with whom I can share my dreams and my nightmares, my worries, my muses and inspirations.
It always gets better in the end. If it’s not better, it’s not the end.
What makes me happy doesn't have to make others happy.
My opinions matter, I am worth something, and I deserve to be loved.
These are thoughts to write on the walls of your room, on your forearm, on your mirror. These should be shouted from rooftops. These are thoughts I wish upon you.