"Being a teenager is tough...you're still trying to figure out who you are and where you fit in, it's all about self discovery Heather," My therapist says in a calm voice.  "We are here to help you honey but we can't help you if you don't help yourself," My mother says with a voice filled with pity.Everyone around Heather sees her as this unstable teenage girl who clearly needs help but they don't know for sure what's wrong with her and neither does she. In this book of self discovery, love, passion and daring friendship Heather tries to make sense of who she is and if she's really insane, everything falls in to place with "1000 ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ." In my head I am sane but in theirs I am not...

1000 Letters to myself

Sometimes I just adore the little town we live in from the big green trees that reach the blue skies, filled with sunshine.The cute lawns and house owners who you constantly wonder about and if they even exist, because they're either copped up in their houses or driving out the driveway rushing to work. 


Once in a while you'll see a friendly old lady working in her garden like it's the most precious thing on earth well for her it is but for me it's like 'what's the point of it?'Whats the point of working on something, something that'll just end up being ruined by a storm or even forgotten after death. 


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