Dear Boo is an advice journal for anyone who needs someone to talk to. I listen and give my advice about any topic possible. So, things such as rape, eating disorders, psychological disorders, self-harm, suicide attempts, abuse, and much more, will...
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Dear Boo,
First of all, hi Boo! I'm a big fan of yours, especially your Dear Boo book. I find it as a great help to others, as you help people that seek for your wise advice. I'm afraid that this is going to be a super long rant, I hope you can actually tolerate me. 😢😢
I hate what I'm feeling right now. I'm crying as I am writing this. I am unhappy. I don't feel good about myself. I tried being having some enthusiasm when talking with others, but deep down, I know that I'd cry myself to sleep at night. Most of my friends would depict me as a cheerful and smiley person. I smile a lot, God I do.
Fear. Everyone feared something. And I feared being alone, except the fact that I am always alone. My boarding school and my home are two different places. Home should've been a paradise, and school should've been a dratted hell. But in my world, it's reversed.
At home, I was always left alone. At the tender age of 9, after our family stopped hiring nannies for me, I was left to fend for myself. My siblings were already in college, living outside the state and working. My parents were working, till 5-7 pm. It was fine before I entered boarding school. I had my childhood friends to accompany my younger days, playing games outside the lonely building I called home. But after primary school, I was shipped off to the boarding school. Life there was hectic and awesome as heck. I have lots of great friends, lots of activities and most importantly, I was not alone, at all. In fact, it was the best five years of my life.
After graduating high school, I was back at the lonely building. Now that I'm older, my childhood friends are also gone, some moved away and some found new friends.
Growing older, meant that you're capable to overthink things. And I tend to overthink things. Some days, I would treat myself a day out with my former boarding school friends by watching movies together and even eating out together, celebrating birthdays. But as I arrived home, alone, with keys dangling on my fingertip were the only noise there (except for my footsteps and sighs). I would cry and cry and cry.
I don't understand it myself. I just wanted to be happy. I recently had suicidal thoughts and that really urged me to write to you, Boo. Some might think this is unimportant, that I am being ridiculous or overreacting, but it is really important to me. I cried a lot after thinking that I'd take my own life, I was unable to do so. But I was afraid of myself, capable to be consumed with such thoughts.
I have a lot of things to tell you, but I think this is already sufficient. Indeed some are better kept a secret.
Thank you so much, boo. And I wish that everyone would find their own happiness, without any doubt.
— Eliza*
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Dear Eliza*,
Thank you for writing to me about everything you're going through. I know opening up to others isn't easy. I'm very thankful you enjoy Dear Boo, this journal is very close to my heart. I do apologize for your letter being late, I hope you're not upset with the time it took to answer you.
