Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes.

Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more.

You’re doing just fine.

My life is a struggle between my need for acceptance, my fear of rejection, and a desire to not care at all.

The best revenge is to improve yourself.

No one is you and that is your power.

I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.

I need to be alone for certain periods of time or I violate my own rhythm.

It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.

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Do not tell everyone your story. You will only end up feeling more rejected. People cannot give you what you long for in your heart. The more you expect from people’s response to your experience of abandonment, the more you will feel exposed to ridicule.

Now you could love a snowflake just because it’s pretty, but it doesn’t take away from its beauty that it was sculpted by chance and physics. To me, that adds to the beauty.

I have to say, this whole “we are unique snowflakes” thing is pretty cheesy. It might be the most overused metaphor in the history of metaphors, so let me give you a new one:

Snowflakes are symmetrical, but they’re not perfect. They’re ordered, but they’re created in disorder, every random branch re-tells their history, that singular journey that they took to get here, and most of all they’re fleeting and temporary. Even if sometimes they don’t look so unique on the outside, if we look within, we can see that they’re truly unique after all.

Stay curious.

If you want to be happy, you have to be happy on purpose. When you wake up, you can’t just wait to see what kind of day you’ll have. You have to decide what kind of day you’ll have.