The Fault In Our Stars

Dear Stranger,

Yesterday (May 21st, 2013) I received my letter from a stranger. My stranger told me I wasn't alone in the world, but rather surrounded by lonely people. Anyway, at the end of her letter, she told me to read "The Fault In Our Stars" by John Green.

The next day (today, may 22nd) I checked the book out of my school library and in just a few hours I finished it. And now I'm writing this to you, because you need to read that book. And if you already have, feel blessed. Ta know life fucking sucks sometimes, like really really sucks. But we are alive, living, we are healthy (mostly).

I know I always forget to be grateful for the small stuff, but that small stuff is essential to happiness. Example: Reading a book that changes your perspective on life, eating your favorite food in the middle of the night, lying in your bed watching Hulu or Netflix. I don't even really know what I'm saying at this point, but just appreciate the small stuff that makes you smile.

I don't know you or anything about you, and you know nothing about me. Well, you should know that I'm fighting my own personal battle, a very emotional one, a complicated one, and I have no doubt you're doing the same. We are all struggling, really, like I said, life fucking sucks sometimes. Or maybe you lead a very perfect life, in which case I'm jealous. Anyway, you're received my letter for a reason, something I've said is meant for your eyes to read. I hope this letter benefits you, I hope I make your life the tinsiest bit different. Please, read 'the fault in our stars'. And then, if you have time, read 50 Shades of Grey. :) Do something ridiculous this week ok? Seriously, do something this week that you'll remember forever.

Life goes on, Stranger.