hooo boy, from where you are to where i am is a whole lotta shit. you’re gonna feel like it’s not worth it, like it’ll never be worth it. hell, sometimes i still don’t think it’s worth it. after all, i’ll soon be a past of myself as well. you’re gonna stumble, fall, plummet, crash and burn. but like the phoenix, you will rise from your own ashes, and be reborn. perhaps not shiny, nothing pristine or without it’s cracks, but it’s a new start. it’s still a struggle, i won’t lie. it’s going to seem like there are more bad days than good, but when the good days come, oh man, are they good.
and don’t worry, i know you feel all alone, like no one will ever understand you, or love you, or want you. but you will meet people who won’t know what to do without you, people who will fight with you and for you. people you will be proud to call not just your friends, but also your family.
oh, one more thing. i’m going to tell you what i wish i had heard more of when i was you:
you are not broken, you are not worthless, you are not your mistakes. you are a force to be reckoned with, and you will be okay.
sincerely, you, only stronger.