hope again.

guess what.
I am the luckiest girl in the world.
I sit here, crying on my bed, and I am the luckiest girl in the world.

Today was a bad day. sometimes I shut people out. And today was a day I was not proud of. I was mean to the people who love me, and who were only trying to help me.
I cried and yelled and told everyone to leave me alone. I am not proud of the me i showed today.
But then I remembered something.
and i came upstairs, and opened a book given to me by the sweetest, most beautiful person I know.
She said it was for the next time I was sad.
It's called "A hundred truths and one lie." And she made it for me! for me! she wrote every truth, and let me learn about herself, and gave me new perspective, and encouraged me more than I would have believed possible. who am I to be blessed in this way?
Each truth is beautiful, and I don't even know what I did to deserve such a friend. Who am I to be given such love? I read this book, and I can't help but hope again.
Here is my favorite truth:

#87 Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.

And there I go, crying again. who am I to be shown such kind, compassionate wisdom?
thank you.