tonight i made edible brownie batter instead of self destructing by cutting at my skin or texting a boy who wanted me for my body. my 12 year old self thanked me afterwards. we will share dessert instead like we always use to do when we were sad

you’re close to ending your years of being a teenager and fully closing out your chapter of childhood, but you won’t fall victim to “growing up.” you will always be mature in the ways that matter and childish in the ways that keep you alive.

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