a letter to myself at 17

You'll say goodbye

Pack your bags and you'll fly across the world

And you'll end up somewhere

People don't really care you've kissed girls

You'll fall in love one year

Oh, you'll get dumped in a park

But that's okay

Because when you're in pain, you make art

And the higher you climb, the lower you sink

And the stronger the drink the longer you think, the less you know

And the smarter you play, the harder the game

And the harder the game, the stronger the pain the more you grow

So you grow

Don't call them friends

If they're only your friends when you're doing drugs

And don't wait for the day

You reach your perfect weight 'cause that day never comes

And the more that you get, the more that you want

And the more that you care, the harder you love

The more it'll hurt, it'll hurt all the time

I swear that you're cursed, you'll be sorry you tried

But the longer you rest, the more that you've guessed

The deeper you doubt, the higher you get, the more it'll bring you down

And when it can't get any lower

And when you think it's really over

It's not really over

Just go outside

All I know is that time won't wait for you

Try to be happy, you might be if only you knew

That your wildest dreams came true