If you've gotten to this point, then I'm proud of you. It means that you've been out of school for half of a year, maybe less or more. You might go to community college. You might wind up becoming a cartoonist or video game maker that you've wanted to be for so long. Maybe you're still living with dad, and you're trying to make a living at this point.
Know that you'll have succeeded beyond the expectations I set when I was 7. That I wouldn't make it past 18, that I'd die in some freak accident or through one of my little white lies or god forbid, from one of my relatives.
If you see this, you've lived. You've done what you never thought was possible, and I'm so proud. I'm really proud--more than anything, I'm just so glad that you've gotten this far, and I wanted that more than anything. To be proven wrong, to just be able to live and not worry about the horrible things that are thought of nightly. Here's to hoping those thoughts are curbed when all's said and done.
...I know this is the last thing you want to hear, but you might need to start trusting people who's faces you can see at some point. It's okay--I know you've been scared for years of trusting people because of shit you've gone through in middle school. I know...I know. It's not an easy thing to get over.
But if you live, are successful, and may even be holding onto something steady jobwise? You'll have made me proud. I want to see you succeed, and grow up to be somebody. I want you to prove to the world you aren't just some weirdo who sits by herself at lunch.
And most importantly? I want you to get help. Not the kind from the school, obviously, since they wouldn't know anything if it hit them in their heads. Real, professional help. You need it, because it's a pretty clear fact that there's a fear of functioning on your own.
...Just do your best, okay? Keep going. Keep going.
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If you've gotten to this point, then I'm proud of you. It means that you've been out of school for half of a year, maybe less or more. You might go to community college. You might wind up becoming a cartoonist or video game maker that you've wanted to be for so long. Maybe you're still living with dad, and you're trying to make a living at this point.
Know that you'll have succeeded beyond the expectations I set when I was 7. That I wouldn't make it past 18, that I'd die in some freak accident or through one of my little white lies or god forbid, from one of my relatives.
If you see this, you've lived. You've done what you never thought was possible, and I'm so proud. I'm really proud--more than anything, I'm just so glad that you've gotten this far, and I wanted that more than anything. To be proven wrong, to just be able to live and not worry about the horrible things that are thought of nightly. Here's to hoping those thoughts are curbed when all's said and done.
...I know this is the last thing you want to hear, but you might need to start trusting people who's faces you can see at some point. It's okay--I know you've been scared for years of trusting people because of shit you've gone through in middle school. I know...I know. It's not an easy thing to get over.
But if you live, are successful, and may even be holding onto something steady jobwise? You'll have made me proud. I want to see you succeed, and grow up to be somebody. I want you to prove to the world you aren't just some weirdo who sits by herself at lunch.
And most importantly? I want you to get help. Not the kind from the school, obviously, since they wouldn't know anything if it hit them in their heads. Real, professional help. You need it, because it's a pretty clear fact that there's a fear of functioning on your own.
...Just do your best, okay? Keep going. Keep going.