to the boy who feels a little too much.
i’m so sorry you still feel so unloved and i’m sorry your mother has made you feel like a burden. but how do i make you, a beautiful soul, understand that you have come to this world with such a wonderful meaning that these little hearts cannot find it in themselves to love you. they have tiny hearts, bear with them; they’re giving as little as they can to save it for the ones that come later. it doesnt make much sense, it’s a complex theory. but that’s all you have right now and you can go looking for a different theory if you want but this one is still going to be here once you come back. you cannot spend your whole life thinking of yourself as a burden, as an unwanted creature that somehow stumbled upon this awful place because as ugly as this place might seem, there is so much of beauty hidden in everything and everyone. think of yourself as a math problem, when one doesnt find the answer after repetitive tries, he tends to believe the question is wrong but perhaps it was the method that was wrong. but not everyone will be able to look past themselves. it’s always been easy to just give up, and putting it on something else has been the easiest of all. but that doesnt mean, you stop being what you are. you are still a math problem and with so many formulae out there, you dare believe you wont be solved – have you not been paying attention in math class?
(i think i’ve forgotten how to write because these days i cant write anything) (this writing is two months old so hm, got tired of not posting at all so decided to post this only hmph)