My dearest Dylan,
The world is fucked up. I'm not going to sugar coat it and tell you it's all going to be ok. I'm not going to tell you that somewhere out there is your happy ending, that things will work themselves out and we'll all be alright in the end.
If I tried, I'd be choking on the lies and you'd see right through them anyway.
I'm not going to tell you that you're special, nor will I say that your life has one big fulfilling purpose and once you break free from the clutches of youth, you'll blossom into the intelligent, beautiful person you were meant to be.
No, I'm not some Debbie Downer trying to shit on all of your aspirations and goals, for his own personal amusement. In fact, as we both know, I was packing some unreasonable goals of my own, thank you very much.
But one day, out of thin air, you'll have to magic up the power of so-called "adulting". It comes out of nowhere, it's not fair but it happens to everyone.
Dyl, hold on to your crave for freedom, for equality. Maintain your curiosity and never settle. Take the world by the balls and never deny something because you're scared. Go on spontaneous adventures, experiment with some weird ass foods. Fall passionately in and out of love and take life day by day.
If you take nothing from our friendship other than the long lived memories and crappy letter I wrote you, then please, remember this: you are loved by not only me, but you friends and sister. We all care for you so deeply.
Now, go win at life for me, and remember your old friend Sam when stuff starts getting rough.
I'm so sorry it had to end this way.
Yours forever,
The Abominable SAMman
