If ANY OF YOU are struggling at all, with love, with depression, with sexuality, with the five hundred million other things that life has provided to possibly confuse and consume us, you have me. YOU ARE NOT ALONE. Okay? Do you hear me? Because I truly mean it with every single fiber of my entire being.
This road isn’t easy. These so-called teenage wonder years.. it’s bullshit. How can we be told to experiment and discover ourselves when society rejects who we attempt to become? Life is one ridiculous mess that does not ever stop until it feels you have given in. DON’T. Don’t ever give up on yourself, okay? Even if we never talk, at least make a mental promise to me that you will still be standing there at the end of the day.
Each of you that cry yourselves to sleep, cut, starve or binge and purge, take medication, go to therapy, have no family, or no best friend, whatever it is that you courageously face every day - you’re reading this, aren’t you? You are STILL ALIVE. This is an absolutely beautiful fact. I know you may feel that death is calling for you, but resist it. Do you understand how much YOU inspire ME simply by living long enough to see this? To struggle and move through life despite your adversities and hatred toward yourself and you’re STILL here? I know how difficult that is and god damn, it is just breath-taking to know that people who have been in far worse situations are brave enough to face each day, continuing to breathe.
You have a friend in me, even if we have never once spoken. What you have to say is important. Even if you are afraid that your plights are not nearly as traumatic as others’ might be, know that what is important to you, is important to me.
So if we continue to spend our tumblr careers without personally communicating, know that I love you. Know that you are beautiful and courageous and you really fucking inspire me to continue and push forward through my own struggles. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.