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I used to be sorry for just being me. I didn't deserve that, and you don't deserve that. But here we both are, just as vulnerable, just as uncertain some days, and perhaps sometimes just as scared.

I think we've been told a lot that our feelings don't matter, or that they're not real. That maybe we're just being dramatic, or that we're just a bother. It is so cruel to feel so much and be told to show so little, especially when there are so many ways.

We idolize, we fantasize, we romanticize...we demonize...we compare, we grow isolated..even from ourselves.

I'll tell you the one thing I wished more people could have told me when I hurt so much: I believe in you.

Whether those words mean anything to you or not, they exist here. Wanting, waiting to be picked up by someone like you. Someone who sits on the edge between existing and oblivion. Give it time, that's all we have here.