I love the way I can watch multiple sunrises without closing my eyes. I love how I can loathe myself to the point I’m oblivious to what I can do because my mind is cluttered with all the thing I think I can’t. And I love that I know all the cants aren’t true, yet I believe them anyways. I love how I can sometimes feel like an obelisk. And others, feel like a gnat. I love how my deepest fear is finding out my deepest fear because that would require me looking deep within myself and that’s a place, I just don’t want to be. I love how I’ve got the support of my family and friends and yet, I always feel so lonely. I love how there’s always that moment to smile except when there’s not. Like the times when you’re scared and there’s no one around to help you or those moments when your closet becomes your silent sanctuary. I love how I’m supposed to pick things up without someone ever telling me as if I’m supposed to understand these intricate things as if they’re given intravenously. As if what I need to know in my life is going to somehow enter my brain and be comprehended by me. Well it’s not! So teach me, but oh, I love how lazy one gets when someone doesn’t grasp it right away. And they’re called dumb. And stupid. Like it’s their fault, like it’s our fault. It’s not! And I love, I love that we can just motivate each other, and be there for each other, and help them find, the love they need. I love…...