You don't pass or fail at being a person, dear.

I think hell is something you carry around with you, not somewhere you go.

The only advice I can give you is what you're telling yourself. Only, maybe you're too scared to listen.

Trees there were, old as trees can be, huge and grasping with hearts black as sin. Strange trees that some said walked in the night.

I would read. I would explore

I am the most unhappy soul alive." "I'd heard it said that fairies have no souls." "Then do I ache, and bleed, and smart, elsewhere; still, call it soul for it is solely mine.

I hope that in this year to come, you make mistakes. Because if you are making mistakes...you're Doing Something.