Dear person who wrote, “I’ve been so fucking depressed and I’m done with all this shit...” I know. I know exactly how you feel. It hecking sucks to feel like that, but you know what, life mother trucking goes on, and you experience more, and you feel more. More happy sunsets and freeing car rides with the windows rolled down, more music that makes your heart feel at peace, more golden light shining onto your face, more blessings and, yes, more curses, but the curses wear off, while the blessings are harder to forget. I don’t know you, I don’t know what you’ve been through, I don’t know what you’re going through now, but I can tell you that you are so damn brave for existing, and your very existence is so damn important, and so damn wonderful. I love you so, so much, no matter where you are, who you are, what you’ve done, or who you love or who you’ve hurt. You deserve miracles that make your head spin with happiness. You deserve so much love and so many good things, and, with time, you will get them. Things may be very, very bad right now, but I swear to you that they will get better. Your very soul is such a rare and precious gift to the human race, please never forget that. Please don’t give up yet. 💕🍃