Something someone should have told me when I turned 18

Nobody is genuinely 100% happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and midnight.
Nobody understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands maths as much as they claim to.

You're here one day, and the next day you're not.
God? Religion? I've learned a lot more about the world by just observing and travelling.
Tell me what the church has done for you.
Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies.

Wanna know the goddamned truth?
Pity is just another word for pathetic.

Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop with people you'd break bones for.
Take photographs.
Take photographs kissing.
Take photographs of things.
Take photographs of places.
Take photographs of people.
Take photographs.

Wanna know another truth?
Nobody really gives two shit if you lost your virginity at 14, it may seem like the biggest deal at that time, but give it a bit more time, no one really cares.
Nobody cares if you were president in high school either.
Or if you were invited to every party ever hosted.

And also, there's no such thing as the right person.
People leave, the change like the ocean currents, they leave you with bruises on your neck and on your calves and on your knuckles. But you know what though?
You fucking get better. You learn.
To love.
To live.
To love.

You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you're puking your guts out.
You wanna know the truth?
Go find it out for yourself.

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