Dear World,
You don't know who I am. You probably never will. Even though, I'm just like you. I am A cisgender female, I have two loving, caring parents, and a wonderful little sister. How could my life vs anymore perfect?I may seem like I have my family together but I don't. My parents are divorced, my eight year old sister is most likely depressed and doesn t talk to anyone, and I'm diagnosed with anxiety. So my life is okay all in all. I know that. Then why do I feel so horrible?
The truth is, I don't know. I know other people have it worse and I have no right to feel this way, but I can't help it. I don't know why I feel this way. Maybe it's because of the world? Am I feeling this way because every other day I see 12 more kids dead from a school shooting? Do I feel this way because of the lingering thought of 'A school shooter could come and you would die. You would leave your family all alone. Your friends would be all alone.' I don't know. I truly don't know.
Why did I make this? Why am I spending time writing something no one will read? Maybe because it makes me feel better. The thought of someone reading this and relating to this thrills me.
I don't know why, but I always wanted to make something someone can relate too. I want to make a book or become an activist and write a speech. I want to change lives. But for now, this will do. This letter will do.
Love, An Ordinary Human

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Letters To The World. Love, An Ordinary Human
NonfiksiI made this for the Love, Simon contest but I don't want to participate in getting the prize.