Dear K,

In response:

NOPE.

I am perfect.
I am a bright brilliant shining star of humanity.
I am the joy of nations.
I am the thunderous laughter that shakes mountains.
I am the rain in spring, the sun in summer.
I am starlight and moonbeams.
I am a towering fortress.
I am an open plain.
I am clouds.
I am trees.
I am grass.
I am leaves.
I am wind.
I am rust.
I am fire.
I am dust.
I am that which you cannot take.
I am given freely for all to eat.
I am the second coming.
I am modest.

The world doesn't wait for me, and I will not wait for it.
I am a small insignificant drop.
I am a blink, a blip, a sigh, a wisp.
I am an illusion.
I have no time left to weep.
I will spend the rest of my life laughing, or die trying.
I am bold.
I am brave.
I am strong.
I am true.

I don't care that you hate yourself sometimes.
I don't care that you think so lowly of yourself you cry.
I don't care that you can't love me, I love myself enough for two.
I don't care that you're sad and think you're broken.

You are not. You are fine, and young and strong.
So buck the fuck up and move your shit along.
(but really take like maybe two weeks, because it really sucks to put all that time and effort into a relationship, and then be told it isn't a relationship)

But after those two weeks, sing some fucking happy songs,

K.

OUT.