Life gets overwhelming and boring real fast. So do as many crazy and stupid things as you possibly can because you’re going to run out of time. 

You may not think you are, but you will. You’ll run out of chances to be crazy stupid. 

Spend your entire paycheck on a ticket to a music festival even if it means you don’t have enough cash to eat while you’re there, it’ll work out and it’ll be worth it I promise. 

Decided the day of a concert that you’re going to drive five hours to see an artist you’ve never even heard of because they may end up being your favorite. 

Skip four classes and drive three hours to see your friends and eat the worst Mexican food you’ve ever tasted because the chips and queso will be good and the conversations will be worth it. 

Drop your selfish friends and hang out with the ones that make your heart genuinely happy because you’ll thank yourself in the long run. 

Quit the terrible part-time job that you hate because why should you be miserable even for a few hour shift. Find a job you like!

Change your major as many times as you need to until you find something that makes you happy even if it means being in college for another year. 

You deserve to make crazy and sometimes stupid decisions now.

I know you are broken. I've always known. 

I have known since the day I met you that your pieces are shattered. You're broken in ways that you fail to explain and I cannot even begin to comprehend. 

Though you may disagree with me, I think this unexplainable brokenness is beautiful. 

You'll fight with me. 

You'll push me away as far as you can. 

You'll do everything in your power to make me hate you and I'll wish that I could.

But, I'm still going to be here admiring your many damaged pieces. 

I'll be here when you're wishing I hated you. 

I'll be here when you need to talk, but can't find the words, so I'll sit with you in silence. 

I'll be there when you use me, I'll probably even let you. That's how much I care about you. 

I'll let you walk all over me for as long as you choose, not because I don't respect myself enough to walk away, but because I love you enough to stay. 

You push every single person away and eventually they go, but what are you going to do when all your efforts fail and I'm still here?

I'm here because to me your brokenness is beautiful. Each damaged piece of you has constructed the person you are. 

No one, not one single person, has experienced the exact same pain as you.

You have fought battles and overcome pain that no one else can begin to understand. 

Please remember, you are admirably strong and your brokenness is beautiful so I'll be here.