You are allowed to be alive. You are allowed to be somebody different. You are allowed to not say goodbye to anybody or explain a single thing to anyone, ever.
I know who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then.
If you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.
I am selfish, private and easily bored. Will this be a problem?
Wouldn’t we be quite the pair?—you with your bad heart, me with my bad head. Together, though, we might have something worthwhile.
Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.