Blue Writes

I'm gonna tell you why it hurts.

It hurts because you're fucking alive; because, despite everything you've been through, you're capable of loving and caring for someone; because, through it all, you're not emotionally fucked up.

Truth be told, you didn't make it out of all of it without any scars, but you're here. You've been to hell and back, and still, you're here. You know you can make it again, and as many times as you need to.

You're one of the few people who realize the iron in their blood was forged in the heat of a star. You still believe in true love, and they can call you "cheesy" or "hopeless romantic" if they fucking want, but you know what you stand for. 'Cause if we stand for nothing, we'll fall for anything.

You've got so much more to live for, you know you do when you wake up in the morning being actually excited about your day, about what you're gonna make out of it. And you can't let this bring you down.

A thousand worlds burn in your mind, and I know how that makes you feel: infinite.

And I also know that this won't make the pain go away, you have to endure it after all. It will remain to hurt for a while, but you'll make it out alive. You always do.

Breathe. Remember, it's just chemicals.