I feel the burning of an ancient fire  lighting up my days. I look for the source but only find  reflections of the flame. In this maze of mirrors,  all I see is all I am.

“It's taboo to admit that you're lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven't left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you're not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are. A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn't transition well to adult life, that you'd fall right through the cracks. And look at you now, it's happening.”

Perhaps we forget who we are for ourselves, girl.

Perhaps we forget who we are for ourselves, girl.

If it’s really meant for you, I promise you won’t have to fight for it.

Do whatever makes you happy, the days aren’t coming back.