I don’t care if it feels like I will maybe die if my Spanish teacher from the 8th grade follows me on Instagram or that guy I had a crush on in high school gets out of jail and tells me my blog inspired him to put himself first.

I can’t possibly fear the eyes of the people I went through death-defying trends with, like tanning and dipping our toes into Lake Erie.

I can’t be nervous or embarrassed or afraid of their knowing of my whole self, because I know how I feel when I see theirs. And I love it.

I love your blog about your private struggles with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. It’s so real and human and helpful to other very real humans.

I love your murals and art shows in cities big and small.

I love your music. I listened to it the day you released it and I smiled so big for you.

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