I don’t know why you do the things you do. I don’t know why you hurt yourself and tear yourself into pieces for the smallest things that you cannot change. But, I’m proud of what you’ve over come. I’m proud of how you’ve pushed yourself to do some of the most normal things to everyone else but the most terrifying things for you. This letters for you. For the one who’s living now. For the girl that I’ve tried so hard to love but can’t find it in myself to actually love you for you. For the girl who loves to easy and gets hurt so fast. For the one who the slightest thing can set you off and make you hate yourself. A look, a joke, a laugh, the dumbest thing can make you think twice about who you are and the way you look. And I’m writing this to you now because I might die. We’re all going to die. We are all born to die. But I want you to never hold your tongue when you have something to say. And the relief that will fill you after knowing you’ve done everything you could to not leave one page unturned is one of the greatest feelings you can experience. It’s okay to not have everything figured out. You’re young and still learning. Life’s not supposed to be handed to you. You see so much beauty in others. So why can’t you see it in yourself? You’ve always routed for the bad boy, not because they’re usually unbelievably attractive, well that too, but because you believe some where deep down in their hearts there is good. There has to be good. There is good in everyone. And you have the gift to see the beauty in those people who can’t find their own. You’re special, and despite your insecurities you embrace that. That’s what I found beautiful about yourself. You are different.