Some things.

Dear Shy Awkward Girl In My English Class Who Isn't Sure Who Her Friends Are,

I am so honored that you read my blog. To be frank, I'm not sure who you are. But if you want to tell me who you are, that would be wonderful - because I want to be your friend. Then again, if you would like to remain anonymous, that is your choice.

There are some things I would like you to know: Being shy and awkward is beautiful. One of my best friends, Bianca, claims to be "painfully shy and socially awkward." I think she is one of the most lovely people alive. I, too, am awkward. And I have embraced that. It's fine! In fact, it's more than fine to be awkward, it's wonderful.

Second, you will find friends in unusual places. Not to mention, unusual friends. I've been in your situation, and I understand that it is one of the hardest places an adolescent girl can find herself. Don't change yourself. People you love will come into your life. They will love you and care for you and respect you. Stand up for yourself and what you believe in, and people who will stand with you will climb into your heart.

You are very smart; you are beautiful in every single way.

Empower yourself.

All my love, Addy

P.S. Dear Square-sush: so glad you found my blog. xoxx, Addy.

Here's to the kids...

"Here's to the kids. The kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke & Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party. Here's to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. Here's to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars. Here's to the kids who never were too good at life, but still were wicked cool. Here's to the kids who listened to Fall Out boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV...and blame MTV for ruining their life. Here's to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. Here's to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. Here's to the kids who hum "A Little Less 16 Candles, A Little More Touch Me" when they're stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. Here's to the kids who have ever had a broken heart from someone who didn't even know they existed. Here's to the kids who have read The Perks of Being a Wallflower & didn't feel so alone after doing so. Here's to the kids who spend their days in photobooths with their best friend(s). Here's to the kids who are straight up smartalecks & just don't care. Here's to the kids who speak their mind. Here's to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. Here's to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do. Here's to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids who are okay with that. Here's to the kids. This one's not for the kids, who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all. It's not for the ones who never got caught, but for the ones who always try and fall. This one's for the kids who didnt make it, we were the kids who never made it. The Overcast girls and the Underdog Boys. Not for the kids who had all their joys. This one's for the kids who never faked it. We're the kids who didn't make it. They say "Breaking hearts is what we do best," and, "We'll make your heart be ripped of your chest" The only heart that I broke was mine, when I got my

hopes up too too high. We were the kids who didn't make it. We are the kids who never made it."

- Peter Wentz

Here's to you.

This is for you.

Stop

Just stop.

Stop looking in the mirror and saying, "I'm fat."

Stop looking around and saying, "I'm ugly."

Stop thinking, "I'm not good enough."

Because if you are thinking this about yourself, what are you thinking about me?

You are lovely in every single way.

You look exceptionally nice today.

I love you very much.

Smile, and the world will sing your praises.

YOU ARE PRETTY.

STAY THAT WAY.

All my love, Addy.