“You don’t fit the norm baby girl, and that’s ok. Let your hair shine like the sun, and your canvas body dazzle every single person that ever walks past you. You are unique, just like everybody else. You know there’s plenty more like you, but they aren’t you – that’s the difference. You go so far past everybody’s expectation of normal yet still fear judgement; isn’t that crazy? You crave to be different yet your insecurities fight you to stay the same. You’re a fucking walking paradox – word to Tyler. Fuck all that stands in your way, and proceed to pour your heart into everything and everyone you love. You’ve been damaged, broken and beaten both mentally and physically and you seek vengeance with a smile on your face, because you’re a bitch. You a real Lucky Santangelo motherfucker. And like 50 once said: death gotta be easy cause life is hard. Your inability to fear anything scares you; those spiders can make you cry though. Figures. Keep doing what you doing, and in the end, you’ll make it. Whoever can’t see your shine is ugly anyway. Love you”