what it felt like to be you, at the age you are now. It hurts to think so poorly of yourself, doesn’t it? You start to believe yourself, allowing the sadness to eat away at you from the inside until you’re a hollowed-out shell. I wish I could take those thoughts away from you, but I think the mind needs to know its weaknesses before it can appreciate its strengths.
Please know that being “different” is okay. Your unique qualities—which you don’t appreciate yet—will be your source of greatness in the future. They make you who you are for the better, not the worst. Please trust me when I say that you’re built in a special way, but that doesn’t make you broken, worthless, or expendable. It makes you, you. And that’s wonderful. Believe in yourself