Fuck.

3.

I think I started a journey to another world.
A place where I don't have to worry.
Not about home.
About school.
Or anything in day to day life.
It's not books.
Makeup.
Shopping.
Not anything like that.
It's something so overlooked.
So overshadowed.
I found things do much taller than I.
So elegant.
Relaxing.
Tranquil.
Civil.
I found nature.
It's like a whole new realm.
It's like I'm part of a book.
A book only people I want to be a part of are.
Something so fragile.
Yet so strong.
So brave.
I...I'm curious as to where this journey will take me.
Will it treat me as it did You?
New, difficult, then without me knowing, change me for the better?
Will I grow close to people I didn't think I would, then to have such a tragic end?
I don't think I'll ever be the same once I find this new world.
Whether it's for better or for worse.
It's a risk I'll have to take.
To find this new world.
To see what it's like in a place that isn't mine.
That I can make my own.
Mine to share.
Mine to love.
Mine to cherish.
Like your armchair.
Your garden.
Your home.
Can I help people find theirs in this new world just as you did for your friends?
You family?
I sure hope so.
I think my new world might not even be right in front of me.
It could be across the country.
Across the world.
Where your home is.
The place you grew up in.
Left when the time was right.
Maybe I could find that?
Let's hope.
It would be pretty cool.
Having my own world.
Only I can decide who to let in.
Thank you for being a big part of my 8th grade year.
I love you.
So much.
~Bilbo Baggins