Something someone should have told me when i was eighteen

Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil plant and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands math as much as they claim. You're here one day and the next you're not. 

God? Religion? I've learned a lot more from the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from ever rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs kissing. Take photographs having sex. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves.

And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you're puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? 

Go find it. 

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Essay: Iryna Klishch

Photo: Bryant Lee