Look at how our young bodies jolt and move. I used to hang out of second story motel windows, letting the smoke glide out of my lungs and watching my fingers yellow like leaves on a tree in autumn. But this is where I finally, truly learn that all that glitters isn't what we were meant to be born of. We cling to each other's necks and hips and cry endlessly about how we don't want to care anymore. We grew up thinking we would all be beautiful but the truth is, we all feel like ...

Look at how our young bodies jolt and move. I used to hang out of second story motel windows, letting the smoke glide out of my lungs and watching my fingers yellow like leaves on a tree in autumn. But this is where I finally, truly learn that all that glitters isn't what we were meant to be born of. We cling to each other's necks and hips and cry endlessly about how we don't want to care anymore. We grew up thinking we would all be beautiful but the truth is, we all feel like ...