That, oh, darling, I can't even tell you how much I needed this comment. Oh, I needed it so much. The only thing that makes me okay with being powerless is the thought that maybe the way I write will help, some day, that I can do something with it, tell a story that needs to be told. And of course you pinpointed exactly what I wanted to say, the breaking and healing and hating and falling in love with yourself. That was it, that's it, that's why I wrote this, that's all I wanted to say today except I couldn't figure out how to actually say it.

I FUCKING LOVE YOU TOO, okay?