You are young still. We all are. But you, you still have so much ahead of you. I am afraid because you are so fragile. I know that nobody wants to be told that they are fragile, but you are. You don't see it, and that makes me want to find the mirror that lets you see exactly who you are and who you could be. A mirror that lets you see how huge your heart is, how badly you want the world to feel loved and happy. I want you to see the mind that would throw itself in harm's way rather than see your friends hurt one bit. I hate that you think you are worthless, because I think the world needs more people like you. I hope desperately that you make it through this torture and grow strong and whole. I wish with all my heart that these trials do not turn you into a bitter and sad version of yourself, hopeless and full of fear. I want so bad for you to grow into this heart that you have.