I noticed how everything has been tough on you lately, which is why I’m writing you this. Get out of the house, lay down on the grass, and stare at the cloudless sky for a while. Attempt to think of stuff that makes you feel like you’re content and that you’re not missing out on anything because there must be something. Life is tough, yet it doesn’t mean we have to give up or live the rest of our lives alone. You have a purpose, so do I, and it’s certainly not being alone, but rather something else. Like they say, find the things that you love and let it tear you apart. Maybe you’ll find yourself then. You and I are the same in so many ways, and somehow, I know you’ll find yourself again. You were something a couple of years after you were born, turned into something a decade after that, and now you’re absurdly something else. But that’s okay, people change all the time. You only have to decide which version of yourself you like better and stick to it, and learn to miss the others. Don’t wear yourself out, and don’t try being someone else no matter whoever wants you to change because I’ve been there and I can assure you, you will only grow of hatred for yourself and others if you do. Remember it’s only in the darkest of nights where you see the stars, and those stars will guide you safely back home.
I bid you farewell,