Dear Universe, 

I expected better from you. All I asked of you was to help me find good people. What am I  supposed to do surrounded by people who are destroying the little goodness left in my life? 

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Dear Human, 

I give you nothing but what you ask of me. In this moment, those very people are pushing you to  the extremes and making you question things. I am glad you know that they damn as hell don't  belong in the future you pictured (now your present). Don't you see? They are showing you who  you need and don't need in your life. You lose if you let them win.

 

Dear Universe, 

Yesterday, I screamed these words over and over in my head, "Breathe. Let go. Breathe. Let go.  Breathe. Let go. Breathe. Let go. Breathe. Let go." I am not healing. I am not moving on. I am  nothing but an ungrateful mass of cells. 

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Dear Human, 

I won't pity you since you are already drowning in that feeling and don't need more of it. You are  doing yourself no favor by having these repetitive thoughts. Yes, you deserve to be loved, but  not by them. Open your heart to the love you are about to receive, to the love that has never  dimmed within certain people for you. I am not asking you to love yourself. If you keep hoping,  I shall help make anything come true. Do you get my message? 

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Dear Universe, 

Again, I have proved myself right. I can't take it anymore. Why do I make choices that only hurt  my chances of happiness? 

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Dear Human, 

I wish there was an easier way of doing this, but I need something as strong as disappointment  and pain to set you off on a different path. I listen to your clashing and fleeting desires. I filter all  of them to determine what you truly long for the most. I have a long list of things planned for  you. How could your patience, your understanding, your faith be that lacking? 

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Dear Universe, 

So what things have changed? What about my mistakes, my past insecurities and patterns that  may haunt me forevermore? 

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Dear Human, 

You see your mistakes and insecurities differently from how I view it. I see the bigger picture,  and I know where when why of everything. I can't do anything if your trust in me keeps  wavering. If your eyes are always fixed on that past, busy cursing those decisions which have  brought you here and will take you to better places. I am holding your hands and guiding you,  yet you insist things don't deserve to get better for you. You believe that things will always be  like how they have unraveled in the past.