You're a kid. It's not your fault.

I was a kid too. I suffered sadness and loneliness too. I thought, too, that days like today were too far from reality and thought that dreams were mere scribbles written with imaginary ink. Despite this, you have to grab that ink and struggle. Struggle to put it on paper no matter what, that paper drenched with your tears and sweat.

That paper will feed you, clothe you and make you feel a little bit better about yourself. You will remain broken, though -- broken, sick and scarred. And, that's another battle for you to win.

I was a kid too. And I thought life was unfair to me, which was sort of true. But then again, some people are born lucky; others are born to suffer. You have to suffer and you have to be strong.

Others will love you and try to help you but your love for yourself is crucial. Someday, you will get over the nagging pain that throbs around your left chest, telling you you don't deserve comfort. Not today, no, but, someday, you will deserve everything you do for yourself.

Someday, you will enjoy washing your feet, brushing your teeth and buying socks that don't have holes near your toes. Someday, you will buy clothes that aren't too big for you. Just the right size; just the way you've always wanted.

Forget about the pants made of curtain fabric or the village school you had to transfer to because of factors beyond your control. You are a kid. It's not your fault.

I was a kid too. I envied and learned from the composure of those who were born and raised with warm food every morning. You have to learn from them but, more importantly, you have to learn how to be better than them and better than your yesterday self.

I was a kid too, sick but ordered to be well. I've been doing my best. You, too, should do your best. - Mark Angelo S. dela Peña