When i feel like crap, like I’m being torn apart, like I don’t want to wake up every mornig, I keep telling myself I can grow out of this. Like a plant. And I think of a vine, dead here and there, and reborn a little later. And it doesn’t help, but I know I can do it anyway. And I don’t feel like making such an effort, but I do it anyway. And I wake up every morning. Dead or alive. U know.