This is written for all of the people who made me feel like I’m not good enough, because I am, I am, I am. 

I'm a guy and my name is Christian. I am very superstitious. 13 is lucky. 5 is not. I know more than I would like to admit about small towns. I believe in shooting stars, eyelash wishes and four-leaf clovers.  I think that most stories are about losing things or finding them, but the most important things happen in between. 

Last December, I had Mono. My spleen was so swollen, and it hurt like hell for a month. All I could remember was the pain. But then when December ended, the swelling left and I could no longer remember what the pain had felt like. The scars were still there, but the misery that caused them had vanished. For a while it hurt so bad and it was all I could feel, but soon enough I felt empty, like a pre opened box on Christmas Day. People told me that I wouldn't survive a day in the real world, but they couldn’t survive a night in mine. Soon after, I started tearing my skin as if it were in fact wrapping paper, just with a blade instead of my fingers.The moment you realize that your bones are made up of the same dust as the planets and that your lungs are breathing the same air as the migrating butterflies and that your blood is pumping because of the love and care of thousands is when you realize that you are not as broken as you thought. You are one with the world.
    
I don’t have the best luck, so once I got sick of the blood running down my arm, I moved on to excessively cleaning it instead. 13.8 billion years ago something was made out of literal blank space, and thus came the big bang. About 2.8 billion years after the creation of the universe, the first germ developed. It is now 2014 and now my biggest -and most embarrassing- fear.

There will always be somebody who is killing it, but the good news is that everybody is killing it in their own way.