Dear friend who hates herself,
I don't know how I can get it through your head. You matter.I need you to recognize that you matter. Not only to me, but to everyone you know. Our friends, the friends I don't know, your siblings and parents, you matter to us. You matter. You are a piece in their life, irreplaceable, that they would fucking miss if you were gone. And I've been there before, so I know how it feels, and i'll be damned if I have to hear you say you've hurt yourself again.
You can joke about how you're trash, or how your ugly, or how much you hate yourself, or how much you hate each other, etc, etc, etc. You can joke all you want, but at the end of the day, you look around, and you see everyone you love and in them you see the world. You see the world, and it's a small, self-loathing world, with small, self-loathing people. But at the end of the day, those people you see and love are little universes with beautiful bodies and beautiful hearts. You see a group of beautiful people, right? This whole batshit crazy support group of unstable people, one right after the other? We matter, our circle of friends matters.
Guess what? You're a part of the group. You're a huge part of the group. And it may just be a small group of a few, insignificant people. Yeah, we're all insignificant, but we're not to each other. You're not to me. 786Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6VCFpNwM0Y
It's not always a good idea to rely on other people to be your world, but being as I've already let myself do that, it's a little late to stop now. I'm not going anywhere, I love you too much for that, and you never have to worry about me as long as you are alive. It kills me that I can't be sure of the same for you. I do have a point. What I'm trying to get at is I rely on you, and even if that is selfish, I need you. I fucking need you.
And other people need you too. You're not insignificant. You're not worthless. You're not useless. You're not trash, or ugly, or stupid, or any of the other things you think you are. You're a big mind with a big life and big opportunities in a small, self-destructive body. You're a big heart in a cage, you're big smiles in a world telling you to frown. You're bright, half-filled canvases with a lot of space left to fill, and other people may or may not have torn or painted over your life, but there's still space left and glue is always an option. 786Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKhaBGuNDnF
You look around you and you see art in everything else. You should be looking in the mirror and seeing art. You have never been anything but a whirlwind of beauty and love, except maybe the wind got too strong and you can't see anything but the darkness of the fog. You are a significant world of beauty, and pain, there's definitely a lot of pain.
But you're still here, and it needs to stay that way. Not for me, for you. Live for yourself. Finish your canvas. Sail your seas and take to your skies. Learn your own languages of love and power and self-righteousness, and steep into the minds of those who try to silence your voice. Love yourself for yourself, be who you are because who you are is beautiful. Not only your body, but your mind, your soul, your entire being. Your world, that you have created for yourself out of hours of toil and loving dedication, is beautiful.
There are entire galaxies of emotions inside of you, and the pieces that you have let out slowly over time are beautiful. If you're gone, the world is less beautiful, even if only slightly. If you are gone, the beauty can only fade into colors that I no longer see. I don't care if you can't see it because if you can't see it you must have gone fucking blind. There's no other explanation.
I love you. I need you. Please, understand. The world, without you, can only get worse.
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