I care about you as people, and I believe you are capable of great things. Each of you will contribute something to this world. You are important. You would be missed.
You don't deserve the anger you're turning on yourself. Your abuser's the one who does.
Honestly, Bob: how do you carve a scream?
I know you're upset, I know you're scared, but don't walk away.
I think you've got to get out whatever's hurting you through your art, so it doesn't twist you up inside.
The good news is you survived. The bad news is you're hurt and no one can heal you but yourself.
It's 4am again and I'm just getting started. People are boring and I want to burn with excitement or anger and bleed, bleed through my words. I want to get all fucked up and write real and raw and ugl...
