Dear Dylan,
Hello, Georgia.
How have you been doing? I haven't written for a while. I was busy.
Busy with what?
This past week, the question that has been bugging me was, 'why?'
Like, why are you writing to me? Or?
Questions like, "Why don't I have the guts to tell Dylan who I really am?"
I don't know, ask yourself.
Life is just so unfair.
Well said.
We all are human beings. We all should be treated alike.
I'm listening.
I mean, no one should feel left out. No one should feel discouraged. No one should feel unimportant. No one should feel insecure, ugly.. useless. Everyone is special in their own way.
So that's 'why.'
People judge by appearances, most of the time. They don't get to dig deeper into that person's soul. Their true appearance.
M'hmm.
Why can't we all just be friends with each other?
It's just how this world works, Georgia.
I mean, no bullies, no insecurities, no hate. I guess, that's just impossible.
Nothing is impossible.
That's probably what I want to do in this world. I want everyone to feel special, I don't want them to go through what I went through.
Well then, okay? What did you go through?
But the most frequent 'why' question I asked myself this week was..
Go ahead, shoot.
"Why can't I be as pretty as Nicole?"
I don't even know how you look like.
Cheese pizza,
Georgia
Please, Georgia, please.
"i like the way i can't keep my focus. i watch you talk, you didn't notice."
