"Delete his number.
Scream into your pillow, punch it a few times afterwards.
Curl up into a ball and cry.
Cry until your hands are shaking and your body is trembling and you can’t cry anymore.
Look in the mirror. Observe the beauty you hold, I can promise you it’s there.
If you can’t find it, look harder.
You’re better than the messages he never sent, or the times he promised you a date but never showed up.
Buy yourself flowers, find similarities between them and yourself.
Wash your hair three times a week.
Run your fingers through it over and over again while it’s still wet.
Cry again; cry so hard you forget to breathe.
Go for a walk until you can breathe again.
When you want to hurt yourself, don’t.
You’re not the reason he left.
When you add his number again, forgive yourself.
Delete it again.
Delete it until you’re strong enough to sleep alone in your own bed without images of his lips crossing your mind.
Wear whatever the fuck you want.
Don’t wear makeup, it’s hiding your perfection.
If you sleep all day, that’s good.
If you wake up at 5am, that’s also good.
Don’t punish yourself for any decisions you make; you made them for a reason.
Love yourself so fucking much, because one day someone else’s love will overpower it and you’ll miss the opportunity.
You’ll lose yourself,
And sometimes that’s okay.
Cherish what is around you right now.
Don’t give up a tomorrow for another yesterday."