I hate that I have to reassure you of every single things you know are true. I know you don't understand, because I know most days you feel like nothing more than a burden.
I understand that some days you need me to hug you a bit tighter. I understand that the concept of unconditional love is something new to you. You think you're a handful because you feel things so deeply. I understand that you think you need to apologize for being you.
I know that although you appear to be okay on the outside, you're being tossed about like a tiny boat on a dark torrid ocean. At times, I also know that you feel crushed, your spirit devoid of human warmth, and those feeling simply you can't control.
You should know. I can't say much or give you some encouragement words. If there's anything I know to be true, it's that you are the most deserving. Maybe someday you'll believe it, too.
Only to you... Self.