To my baby sister: you're not so little anymore.

I'm sorry I moved out. I'm sorry if it feels like I'm not there for your important moments, I know how much it means to have your big sister there to support you, and I do, I always do. I hope that you understand that I've been where you are and the advice I give to you when you're upset with the girls at school, or mom... they seem harsh, but I've been where you're standing and some things that feel huge now won't matter soon.

You're beautiful and smart. I don't tell you that enough. You hold so much potential and as scared as I am for you to grow, I'm thrilled to see the person you'll become. High school won't last forever and I'm sorry that people there are constantly asking if we're related. I know you want to build a reputation of your own, you deserve that opportunity. And I'm here to say that the whispers in the halls will silence soon, and I'm proud that you dare to be different; I've always admired that about you.

You are strong. You may not feel it now but you have the power to do anything you want to do. And the time and the drive to make it all come true. Stay focused, keep dreaming, keep working. Anything can become a reality.

Don't lose your voice. It's easy to find it frustrating when I'm on the receiving end of things. But the more you stand up, the stronger and better person you'll be and become.

Don't let the world turn you hard. It's okay to feel discouraged... To feel sad and to want to give up. Don't. Keep moving. Stay open, stay honest. The world is going to suck sometimes, accept situations for what they are and move on.

He's probably not the one. Whoever he is, whatever he's doing, if you're upset more than not. Move on, girlfriend. The fish in this sea are ridiculous; don't waste your makeup crying on these ones.

I love you. Always know you have a friend and my door is open for all the times you need to run away from home. You're safe with me.