Shout out to the girl I used to be. The one who was kinda dowdy, kinda bossy, and kind of naive. The one who had to learn that you can't always say what you think, the way you think it. The one who was bullied, and bullied others in her grief. To the girl who was sensitive, but pretended to be tough. To the girl who let people hurt her, and hurt people in return. To the girl who was angry, bitter, passionate, loving, and innocent. The one with the walls and thorns and spikes. The girl who learned to be compassionate in spite of circumstance. The one who taught herself to be raw and real. To she, who learned to love instead of hate. To the girl who learned what relationships were worth her time and her effort. And lastly to the girl who learned to accept and love herself but strives to be better. Shout out to her. She fucking bore my cross, and I'm better for it.