From me, To me
Dear me,
It gets better, I promise.
I know that you're hurting and think that the pain will never end, but it will. You will learn to take that pain and mould it into self-determination and strength. But it won't be easy, you'll struggle with self-injury and suicide. You'll learn how it feels to lose those you love. You will get hurt over and over until it feels like there's nothing left. But you will find love, you will be loved. You're worth so much more than you think. I am so sorry for everything that will happen to you, just know that it's not your fault. People can be cruel, but you will rise above it. You will grow in ways you can't even imagine. And one day you will look back and know that you are a survivor
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