Despite what people tell you, you’re allowed to have bad days.
You’re allowed to keep to yourself, to hurt, to ache.
You are the only one who can understand your own struggle.
Don’t listen when they try to define your pain for you.
This can’t be found in a dictionary, or cured by an attitude change.
I know that sometimes it’s a goddamn marathon just climbing out of your bed.
Some days just dropping your books feels like drowning.
Do not feel guilty for collapsing into yourself.
It’s okay to cry. Let yourself release the poison.
But do not ever let it become you, please, never let it take over.
You are not made of your sadness.
You are made up of skin, bones and stardust and this world has so much good for you.
It’s just a bad day, not a bad life, you can do this.