Dear Me,
I know that you've been wandering through endless thoughts. Looking back, you were just always part of the crowd. You're always faking a smile when everyone gets too loud. You're always pushing your limits even if your soul is already tired. You were constantly flooded with tears, drowned with fears, and carrying questions no one ever taught you how to answer. You've been too hard on yourself. Stop pretending that you're fine. Stop pretending that you're not tired of carrying everything alone. Stop pretending that the quiet doesn't ache, and that the laughter doesn't sometimes feel borrowed. I know who you are so please kinder to yourself.
I see you as a strong person and now I just want you to know that you are allowed to be yourself. You are allowed to laugh at those corny jokes. You are allowed to cry when the weight gets too heavy. You are allowed to be loud when your heart is full and quiet when your soul needs rest. You don't have to be someone else. You don't need to plead for other's acceptance because you are fully aware of your self. You are not perfect. Your flaws make you unique and special.
So choose yourself, even on the days you forget how.
Love yourself in the same quiet way you love others.
Let softness be your strength, and honesty be your home.
You are still becoming, and that is already enough.
With love,
Me, Myself, and I
YOU ARE READING
Silence
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