flashbacks

I found a tumblr of this girl who lives in Iowa. Her words were my words four years ago. Her anger was my anger. Her sadness, my sadness. I'm reading page after page, line by line, picture following picture; and it's all mine.

I want to tell her that it will get better. I want to tell her that she's wasting her time being angsty; that one day she'll look back and wish she'd spent that time taking pictures, painting, putting together collages, and making friends.

I know I wish that.