One day, you will wake up, and stop wanting to rip your face apart from your body- wipe that fake big smile off, and those marble eyes perpetually on the brink of self-piteous tears; stop wanting to tear yourself up into pathetically tiny shreds, shoot yourself in the head, cut deep and bleed, give up on yourself and hate yourself for giving up on yourself, run and look back but always keep running away and sink down, down, down into an all-time new low.

One day, you will wake up, and find that your dreams are reality and reality is merely a really persistent dream. That it was easier than you thought, to know what it means, to finally love you, for you.