I don't know when we stoopped beingn on

the same team,

But we have to remember that we're not alone

 On this earth.

Somtimes i forget that.

But these are things I learned my senior year of highschool:

It's okay to call your best friend in tears.

It's okay to act cute untl you feel cute.

It's okay to go to the gym sans makeup,

And gossip on the treadmill.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Our nails are made for pulling each others hair back,

Our heels are made for breaking.

This is what we have,

And one day you will be left without it.

Underneath your book cover,

You have a story.

Despite the illustrator's rogue pen,

You are the author.