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My Love Letter To The World

The following has been posted on my Twitter account since March 28, 2017, in a series of tweets in a thread.  Yes, I know it's not called that anymore but I don't care. That's what it was called when I posted these so... anyway, I decided I wanted to add it all together here in one complete post.

This is my love letter to the world. You Matter. If I could have one wish come true it'd be for you to know that you are worth it! 

I'm a nobody but I care deeply about everyone so when you think nobody cares, remember that THIS nobody cares about you & I'm here to listen. 

Honestly, we are all nobodies. I don't believe anyone is more important than anyone else; even celebrities. We're all just people. We live and then we die. We're all just blips in time. But that doesn't mean we don't matter because we do. Each life does. 

You matter to the people in your family and to your friends (both in real life and online) you matter to people even if you don't realize it yet! 

Every one of you are just as important as a celebrity. It doesn't matter how well known you are or aren't. It doesn't matter if they see you...I know how special you feel when they acknowledge you (believe me, I do) but don't let that affect how you see yourself if they don't.

Also remember that celebrities have insecurities, too. Everyone does! You are not alone in this. We ALL have flaws and feel alone sometimes. EVERYONE has moments where we feel like we don't matter. Yes, even celebrities! Ask them, they do! You are not alone in this. We all feel it. 

I've learned to acknowledge and accept that I am both important and a nobody; I'm important to those that know me and a nobody to those that don't know me. I can even acknowledge that I'm important to people that don't know me. That my life matters to them. That they care about me as a person. 

I know this because I feel that way about people I don't know. I cry when I read the news sometimes and I know that I can't be the only one. I may be a nobody, but I still care very deeply. It hurts me to see others hurting; no matter who they are or what they've done.

I can't even watch violence in movies or TV. I look away...I cry. I'm rambling now...I've lost my point so I'll make it again. You matter! 

You matter just as much as everyone else; even celebrities. We are ALL nobodies and we are all important. Your life is no less then mine...your life is no less important than your favorite celebrity's and his or her life really isn't more important than yours! We all forget that. We put celebrities on pedestals and we live for them to notice us because they're famous. We see them as important. We forget that we are, too.

We forget that they are just like us; maybe better looking and with better paying jobs...but still just like us. They have the same types of feelings... the same types of fears. I do it, too. Again, you are not alone in this. Just don't forget that YOU MATTER TOO! Money and looks don't make you better. It's what's inside. It's how you treat people and how you treat yourself that matters and makes a difference. You are unique! You are special!

Don't forget these things. Don't forget that you matter; to me and to others. Don't forget I'm here if you ever need to talk or be encouraged. If you're ever feeling down reach out to me or hit my DMs and I'll help lift you up. I'm a nobody, but I care and I'm here for you. No matter what. 

Do you know what makes a celebrity more important than you? Absolutely NOTHING. A life lost is a life lost; whether mourned by 30 or 30,000. It's still a life lost. It's still heartbreaking. Each life matters. Each life is important. YOU MATTER! I can't say that enough...

There's so much pain in this world. It can get overwhelming; believe me I KNOW IT CAN but don't give up! Don't give in! KEEP FIGHTING!!!

If you don't feel like you have someone to talk to -  talk to me. I'll listen. I understand. I've been abused, mistreated, depressed, and suicidal. I'm still here. I'm still fighting. I KNOW life can be hard, but I refuse to give up or give in. I've accepted that I'm nobody but someone. 

We are the same yet we are each different. Fighting the same fights differently. This is why I say #Bekind to those around you and to yourself. 

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