Broken (in the best possible way)

by Jenny Lawson

I have managed to fuck shit up in shockingly impressive ways and still be considered a fairly acceptable person.

Be good. Be kind. Love each other. Fuck everything else. The only thing that matters is how you feel and how you’ve made others feel.

“YOU KNOW I HAVE A HOLE IN MY HEAD THAT THINGS FALL OUT OF SO JUST BECAUSE I CAN’T TELL YOU WHY YOU’RE WRONG, THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU’RE NOT WRONG.”

Over the years I’d hide in bathrooms and closets and books. And mostly in myself. It was a lonely place to be, but safe.

I considered it a sign that perhaps there is a path I’m supposed to be on. It’s not the same path that everyone else takes, and that can be hard and lonely, but I was reminded that there are amazing things I would never see with normal eyes and other paths.

so my lab work was thirty pages of “Bitch, you are all the way fucked up.”