Indistinct lesson number 5. Don't sell yourself short.

Dear Confused Tired and Lonely,

You seem to have a soft shell my friend. I just cracked you right open, three words, and you melted into my heart. Unfortunately, you have given up hope on yourself in many ways, ways in which I fought so hard to hold on to you, but then I remember, I'm not you. Only your friend. I don't think you really want to be mines anymore. It's a cyclical prospect that tells our story. When I met you, you had your crew, and I had mine, now we are as isolated as two islands that have drifted, Pangaea--plate tectonic shift. The noxious fumes have entered into your mist, deteriorating our memories like a plague, an invasive species, I feel wasted, but not bitter. Just feeling my heart hurt is enough. I must continue to tread in the way in which I should walk. You can continue to deviate. I'll pray that you awaken someday. Hope it won't be too late.

P.S. It doesn't matter how pretty you are on the outside if on the inside you are lost and messed up. Don't waste your talent. Clean up, so you can be the person you have always imagined yourself to be. Surely, where you are is not where you want to be.

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I miss you guys so much, it's funny how we grow up, and how hard it gets to "pencil" one another in. I love you and your face, and your little idiosyncrasies. I'll cradle you in my heart, and as long as you do the same, we will always have a place for each other.

<3L.K.