Write.

“You will make home out of bones. People will leave you. You will hate yourself. You will despise every inch of your body. You will not be able look in the mirror for days. You will want to burn the world to death. You will want to tear your skin apart. You will get frustrated why no one understands you, stays with you. You will break hearts. You will want to die.

In all those moments, write.”

-things my father told me//