I have something to tell you that you might want to hear.
I love you. I love every single thing about you.
Even that annoying thing you do and the mistakes you’ve made.
Whoever you are in the world, I care about you.
There is no one in the world who care replace you.
I swear if I ever hear that anything bad happens to you then I’ll be crushed.
You’re one of those special people who makes a difference in someone’s life.
I really don’t want to live my whole life not knowing you but I could go my whole life not knowing you as long as you’re happy and you know how damn special you are to someone like me.
Your life is so important and I can’t stress that enough.
World, I have went through quite a bit and even though I have been ripped to pieces on the inside, I am so grateful for people in the world. People all over the world. People like you who just breathe and live on and are just life.
Everyone in the world is like star, a living star. To be honest we really are made up of star parts but just imagine every person in the world as a big glowing light, that how I look at every single person.
I don’t know why but knowing there is one happy person somewhere out there, makes me unbelievably happy. Everyone in the world is alive and different and it just amazes me.
Can someone tell me what’s wrong with me?
Am I developing some kind of God-complex?
Or is having my baby simulator (that I got attached to within just three days) taken away from me in high school, makes me view everyone in the world like a mother should?