Everything will pass. You will make friends elsewhere, and being a pariah in one place won’t hurt much after a while. You will get used to metal in your skin, and then you will stop putting it there, and then the scars will fade, and then so will the memories of them. You will slowly learn how to get out of bed on the days when you’re certain you can’t; you will learn how to ignore the pains in your body; you will learn how to smile the tears out of your eyes in science class. You will grow and have a rebirth of all the things your mind took from you. You will fall in love again. You will remember how to accept love and how to let someone hold you. You will kiss someone and it will feel real. You will look up at the sky and realize that you want to be alive again after years of wishing you wouldn’t wake up. You will open your eyes one morning and everything you gained will be gone; you will open your eyes the next day and realize how beautiful you are as you are brushing your teeth. You will feel true joy for the first time, and in that moment, you will be invincible. You will stand up a little straighter as the months wear away. Everything will pass. It will turn out fine.