And kid, youāve got to love yourself. Youāve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. Youāve got to sit next to the man at the train station whoās reading your favorite book and start a conversation. Youāve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then youāve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. Youāve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. Youāve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. Youāve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that wonāt matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. Youāve got to stop worrying about what youāre going to tell her when she finds out. Youāve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. Youāve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. Youāve got to love yourself.