Dear Stranger,
Times are hard aren't they? I agree. They always are. You want to give up, don't you? I agree, for me too. Listen, i know it's tough to constantly be beaten down and hated upon, i know it isn't easy to wake up everyday to things you don't like or wish to see. I know it's never easy to go to sleep knowing that you will wake up tomorrow and stranger if you pray, i hope you don't pray for death to come your way.
That's life isn't it? We get pushed down when we are barely learning how to walk. We get trampled over, when we barely know how to run and we feel so small because everyone just wants to crush us into pieces. Stranger, i know, and you need to know that you are never alone. I made friends with the days when i feel so small, till i could evaporate or the days when i feel so tall and mighty. My emotions confuse me and i know it isn't easy to be forced to grow up when you aren't ready for anything. It's okay to be lost sometimes because not all who are lost are lost, actually. We aren't lost, we're just wanderers. We are able, and capable, perhaps not now, but soon.
I know nights like these when you lie in bed, looking at the darkness and depths of your soul, brings tears that stings your eyes and confiscate your sleeping time. I know that all too well too, and i just want to tell you that it's perfectly fine to cry, and it's perfectly normal to. It's okay to feel like you're human and i applaud you for allowing yourself to feel like you're human, you're so brave. Cry your heart out, stranger, it's fine. Just promise me, that you will feel better in the morning.
Dark times never last, always remember that.
Love,
Another Stranger