Dear B,

I realize that everything I write, I write in letter form. I need to feel like somebody is listening, because otherwise these words turn into wind. Dear B, I'm sorry I'm doing this to you but I feel like it's all I can give you... All I can give you is this void, an empty space that may kill you, but just as likely may help you live.
We're not all beautiful, sure as hell not on the outside. That's a fishism, a meaningless sentence created in a conspiracy. Dear B, one day I'll stop and I hope you'll say thank you. Dear B, I'm sorry I became you. 

There was a time in March...

My world turns upside down unexpectedly. His face appears on the screen and that is it, there I go, completely blown away. I love you, but those words don't even do you justice.

TOO PERFECT.

Dear 17 year old me,

I want you to know that what you're going through, what feels like the worst thing that has ever happened to you, will become the best thing that you have ever survived.