Love letter #13

I just want you to know:

You’re doing okay.

Some days you’re doing good and some days you’re doing bad and it averages out to okay and that’s enough.

Things are fucked up but mostly you’re not the one fucking them up. That’s enough.

You have big questions and not very many good answers but you find things to hold on to and that’s enough.

You fill the glass with tap water and stan…