Even though I believe in it, of course I do. I just don’t know what it is. I told a friend this and they said they were sorry, but I’m sorry too. Sorry to all of you that I’ve loved with so many conditions when there’s no question that you are just lovable, you are just loved.
even if it doesn’t feel that way
It’s such a wacky thing, how hard it is…
Let me let the light in please
And being perfect doesn’t sound freeing at all, just like a whole lot of pressure.
Perfection exactly as you are. Messed up and crazy, or delightful and funny, or brilliant or stupid, I don’t care. You were made perfect. You are doing exactly what you were meant to in this moment. There’s nothing else.