It's okay you got a bad grade. It's okay you're not skinny and have bright
eyes and don't fit into size two jeans. It's okay boys don't whistle at you (I mean, you're not a dog, are you?). It's okay that your friends are leaving because if they were such good friends, they'd be sitting with you trying to not make you feel like sh//t. It's okay your parents shout at you, they're trying their best and I don't think they remember how it feels to be a teenager, anyway. It's okay you feel as though you've lost yourself, everybody does from time to time. It's okay you're still searching for that missing part of you, we all are. It's okay to feel alone, but you must often remind yourself that you're not. You must remind yourself that you are beautiful, individual, a replica of nobody else. You're you and that's d//mn well enough for me.