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I came back to the words until they felt real in my mind, at least. Maybe they wouldn’t be real in most people’s minds. But I could make them real in mine. I could do whatever the fuck I wanted.
If you tried, and I mean really tried, you could actually be proud of all the things I’ve done in my life and all the things I’m going to do.” There was a long, horrible silence.
“Like the way friendship can be just as intense, beautiful, and endless as romance. Like the way there’s love everywhere around me—there’s love for my friends, there’s love in my paintings, there’s love for myself.

