Why I Wrote My A Marble In The Ocean · 3:57pm Aug 9th, 2016
I am the youngest of two siblings. I have one older sister, and that sister means the world to me. My friends have always been inconsistent, but all throughout my life my sister has been there. She was the only one who had faith in me during my earlier school years when I was a petulant disobedient obstinate and just plain rude child. I almost set the record for the most principal office visits at my school, and my parents had given up on caring. They had a divorce to focus on, and I didn't blame them. All through that my sister weather she actually did or not, told me she believed in me. She thought I could be a better person.
With her help, by the time I hit high school I was a different person. I finally cared about others. I wanted to make them happy not frustrated and angry. Above all else I embraced who I was. I liked to wear strange clothes and enjoy strange music, but I found myself, and I found what being me actually meant. My grades were still rough at times, but with the right encouragement I was able to pull out a solid GPA, and in the process I found two things.
A passion for writing, inspired by my sister's own love for writing.
And the Television show My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic.
I told myself I'm wouldn't become a Brony. It made me uncomfortable, and it made my friends much more uncomfortable, but I fell into the hole eventually. And my sister was down there with me. She encouraged me to embrace my bronyness with everything I had. Now I'm more satisfied than ever, and my art is more refined that I thought I was capable of.
And that's because I had someone there for me who loved me. Who wanted to hold my hand late at night after a fight with my parents and tell me that everything was going to be okay. I had someone who wanted to take walks with me at two in the morning and look at the stars together and hear the chirping of the crickets. I had someone who valued me when I felt worthless and that is something no one can put a price tag on.
I suppose the point of this ramble is that, if you feel like no one values you, you don't need an army of friends. All you need is one, one who can tell you "Yes you are a good person" or "No you aren't worthless". You need someone who is willing to take time out of their day to say they care. Happiness isn't as hidden as it may seem now. There are probably people waiting in the wings to tell you how much they love you, even if you don't know it yet. To quote my favorite Musical, Into The Woods "You are not alone. Believe me no one is alone. Truly no one is alone."
If you haven't found that someone yet, I want to tell you something.
You are a good person.
You aren't worthless.
I care about you.
Life isn't perfect, but if you can find the bubbles of air floating in the ocean of fear then you'll turn out okay.
I love you all. I hoe you enjoy the story. 
Here! Here! Bravo! And well said.
-Ru
4140658 Thank you! I just thought I'd spill my thoughts!