I wrote a letter to myself which I am to read everytime I feel like crap. I suggest you do it too. It's surprisingly helpful.

Dear Claire,


You’re countries away from all your closest friends and family. The one that was supposed to be there for you through everything changed their mind and left you completely alone. And despite the time that’s passed, your heart is still far from healed. Like every teenage girl in this planet, you’re fighting the endless battle with self-esteem, peer pressure, future plans, and the whole world. 


But you have food in the fridge. You have your own room and you sleep in a bed with a pillow and a blanket. You probably have some money in your purse. If not, you probably spent it on more food and shopping. You have both arms and legs. You have relatively good eyesight. Relatively good skin. You’re not exactly pretty, but you’re not butt-ugly. You’ve had your fair share of travels. You come from a dysfunctional (but still good and supportive) family. You’ve had the privilege of education. You are loved by your family and your best friends, and if you killed yourself, you might just drive them crazy enough to kill themselves too.


Whatever it is you’re crying about, just please. Stop your goddamn bitching.


Love, Claire.


P.S. Go treat yourself to a chocolate bar. You’re not that fat.