• Dear You,
    I had a dream last night and you were in it, but your body wasn't. You were a soul trapped inside another being, pushed up against a human framework that wasn't yours. You clawed and clawed but could not find your way out. You scratched and screamed but it did no good. I woke up sweating, and my head pounded. I can't believe it felt so real.
    Dear You,
    Sometimes I hate you because you feel so sorry for yourself all the time. There are others who have it much worse than you, and all you can think about is yourself. As you held the pills in your hand, the knife to your chest, the gun to your head, I know all you thought about was yourself and not the others that you'd leave behind. You're just a little girl, perfect life, perfect family. I know you feel alone but I hope you don't think you really are.
    Dear You,
    When you were in school, you made one goal every day: to make a new friend, or learn something new. Where did that ambition go? What happened to that eagerness to see each day, to wake up and start anew? Did you leave all of your hope in your jeans pocket, and they were left in the wash? Did it fall out of your lap when you were on the ferris wheel at the fair? You need to get yourself together and start expecting more out of yourself again. Maybe you do have a fate in this life, but you choose where to go from there.
    Dear You,
    Sometimes I hate being You. I look in the mirror and all I hear is You are fat or You are ugly, or You will simply never be enough. How bad it must feel to be You. You are a dusty book on the shelf, one that has flipped through but never truly read. Sometimes, I love to be You though. You see the world through a crystal glass, you see beauty in things that others would not. You do not let the corruption of others faze you. You continue to live your life despite what cards are dealt to you. You haven't given up yet, and there's a reason for that. You're here for something. There's a reason your heart is still beating, there is a reason that the granite walls around it are starting to crumble apart. The answers are out there, and you're going to find them. I'll be right here with You.


    Love, Me