I um..... *pats your head.* you're not a broken toy. But must bot wonder on how to fix the past, but wonder on how to make it to the next day.

If you want to note me hon, I have Depression, PTSD, and Anxiety. I'm happy to talk if you need.

coming to terms with, or learning to live with things always takes time. I'd safely say that you wouldn't be the same alorix that we know and love.... which could be a good thing or a bad thing. difficult to know.

and you're not broken. life just wears you down(sometimes faster than it ever should) and you need a tune up now and then. that's what friends and doctors are for.

Hey you're not broken, you're awesome! If you need to talk my door's open friend.

Everyone is broken in some way shape or form. Everyone has flaws. No one is perfect. But these little things... these little pieces of our fucked up selves... they are what make us unique. They are what make us beautiful. Every little thing that went wrong. Every mistake that cannot be made right. The things that tormented us or hurt us. They are what make us, us. They are what make me, me. They are what make you, you.

Without all the things that went wrong; without all of the imperfections and flaws we have, we would not be who we are today. Perfection is unattainable; it is impossible. Therefore, perfection is inherently imperfect. And because of this, imperfection is perfection. With our imperfections, we are perfectly ourselves. Our imperfections make us perfect. I know, we may not all be comfortable with who we are. But that’s okay. Because no one else can be us. No one else can be me. No one else can be you.

I’m glad you are you. I’m glad you are who you became. I may not know you all that well, or hardly at all really, but you seem beautiful to me. You seem like a person who is in pain, and person who hurts. But you still seem like someone worth knowing. You still seem like someone whom I am happy to interact with in what ways I can.

You are still someone whom I care about. You are still someone who many people care about. You are loved. And you are not alone. The world may seem cold and lonely sometimes, but you are never truly alone. And you are loved. By more people than you will ever know. You’re not just some “broken little toy”. You are you. And we care a whole damn lot about you.

Apologies for the text wall. I hope this isn’t too terribly confusing.

I can't begin to imagine the pain you've been through. I just hope you knownindonin fact care and I'm with you right now

belive me your better then most normal humans.

i know. wait...what do you i'm better than?

people are assholes and you are sweet, your not an asshole so here's a treat <3

hehe thankies