I have a habit of falling in love with souls who have yet to be at peace with their bodies, their minds, their weaknesses. I try to build them, to find the parts of them that are missing in me. I end up with holes in my chest.

I go through phases. Some days I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then some days I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days you find me and all I am are darkened lines, you still are willing to be near me.

Growth is painful. Change is painful. But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.

Mom: Stop twerking and clean ur room

I don’t often miss people. I miss vibes, energies and connections.