Dear You:

You are alone. You are talentless. Your best ideas are ones that you stole from someone else. You are afraid that someday everyone is going to find out that you are just making all this up. You are undeserving of the love that has been given to you. You are going to fail. Worse yet, you are going to quit. You never find the right thing to say when you need it. A terrible disease is incubating inside you. You are going to be run over by a car. Someone you love is going to be run over by a car. No one has been through this. You are not a good person. No one knows what it’s like. You are seperate from everything. You can’t relate to the world. You can’t figure out why all this is happening to you. You can’t see why you should keep doing this. Everything you touch gets screwed up. You are not doing what you should be doing. You will not get that in by the deadline. You are forgetting something, and it’s probably really important. No one understands you. You are not happy here.

Well guess what. Everybody feels that way.