Maybe.

Maybe today you get to curl inside your darkness. Maybe today you can talk back to those voices. Maybe today you are allowed not to bite your tongue to keep yourself from screaming. Maybe today you get a chance to rip, throw and smash things around. Maybe today you could cut your hopes instead of your hair. Maybe today you can be miserable. Maybe today you get to shiver and be afraid. Maybe today you could stop pretending that you’re okay. Maybe.