for jp

because for some reason she doesn't know she's special. because for some reason she doesn't know she's interesting. because for some reason her model of the world includes averages and extremes.

you are not average.
you are a+ special, but grades don't make the difference.
you are superb.

but at the same time, you are normal. dear girl, you are normal. in that, you do not suffer alone. your world of extremes and neuron noises at three in the morning and food games and fear of rejection and ploys for attention and not following through and wondering about this thing called happiness and anxiety and so-called gutrot and hermit-like depression and self-sabotage and worried about what other people think and knowing you shouldn't and ramblings of a mad woman and substance abuse and desperately wanting to be patted on the back.

and i know for a fact people feel the same way about snoop dogg.

you will have to submit to this dichotomy before you get any peace from it: you are so truly unique and yet so excruciatingly excruciatingly normal. this second part of it is just what we call life. the first part is about what you do with it.

and the only thing that brings me any peace of mind is breathing from the belly, like a child.

and one Love.