May you do the things you want to and always remember what it felt like when you were doing them.
Most importantly, if you can at all avoid it, don't be normal. Strive, burn and do everything you can to avoid being the industry standard. Even the highest industry standard. Be greater than anything anyone else has ever dreamed of you. Don't settle for pats on the back, salary increases, a nod-and-a-smile. Instead, rage against the tepidness of the mundane with every fiber of whatever makes you, you. Change this place.
I've tried to put you down on paper so many times. But you keep getting up.
You have until the hour you die to do everything you've ever really wanted to do and say everything you've ever really wanted to say. It sounds less fair when you get older.
One day, you realise that there are some people you'll never see again. At least, not in the same way.
You keep trying to tell the truth about who you are but you keep changing, every time someone listens.
If you open up too much, people can fall in and hurt themselves.
And yet, when you get here, you are not given instructions. No one tells you that heart A is meant to slot into heart B. There are no diagrams about how you are meant to live each day or directions on how to assemble some semblance of happiness. You are not even told what colours to paint your feelings or, given a purpose and a reason for your life. You have to make all of it up. You have to make all of it, yourself.
I have a list in my head of all the feelings I still want to feel before I die. And you have ticked so many things off that list.
Stop thinking about what they're thinking about you.
If you like a whole bunch of things and I like a whole bunch of things, maybe one of the things that we both like, can be each other.
The human heart is made from the only substance in the universe that can become stronger, after it's been broken.
Those who walk away from you in the dark should be forgotten in the light.
And if you want to know the feeling I'm talking about, run your own fingers slowly through your hair, and pretend they're someone else's.