coping is overrated anyway

Every time you think of all the people that fucked you over, be kind to a stranger.

Every time you start to count how many times they made you cry, leave the nicest anonymous damn message somewhere, anywhere.

Every time you remember how they made you wish you had never been fucking born, buy some flowers and waltz them and your fine ass on over to a nursing home.

Every time you look at the scars you gave yourself when you were at your lowest because of them, pick yourself up and fucking donate food to a homeless shelter.

Every time the anniversary of your last failed suicide attempt rolls by, volunteer to take a sad shelter dog on a fucking walk with a pocket full of the best fucking treats that dog has ever had in its damn life.

Every time you think of those fuckers, weave a life so beautiful it might as well be a fucking work of art, and roar fucking victorious.