Dear someone listening in the shadows,
I am alone, and I'm afraid of what I might do to myself. Please talk to me. I've been living the past few weeks in utter depression, yet inable to communicate with anyone. I've been keeping myself alive with sad music and sad poetry. I've been doing really bad things to myself. Please give me one ounce of faith in the world and in myself. Please help me. I am really afraid of myself right now. I've never believed in God, but if anything exists above, give me one sign that things are headed towards the goodness. And please don't let me die.
"Life is what you can contribute to the world, not what you can get out of it."
ReplyDeleteEver since the elementary days, you were always the timid doll in the class. But since I've been reading your blog these past few weeks, I've realized how vast and profound a mind you have. You have so much to offer the world--so much insight, knowledge, words. So much, in fact, that I feel that you have absolutely no right to hurt yourself.
Regret is a contagious disease, but I'll tell you something that's even more deadly--life. With the time you have, there is no time for regrets! Forgive yourself, and be a human being. Like I always say "you are your worst critic, but you can also be your biggest fan." And I feel that there is so much for you to admire about yourself.
And so I conclude with this:
My definition of love is making people feel like they matter. And I'll listen when you need to talk and read when you need to write, cause you matter. Ya dig?
-Julie
PS: Happy music and poetry *hint hint*