You wrote us an essay.
The spelling was atrocious, the grammar a mess, but you assured us it wouldn’t matter, if we’d only look deeper.
Looking deeper was, in fact, your central thesis. That you weren’t myopically seeking attention at everyone else’s expense, but rather possessed immeasurable inner beauty that we’d unjustly judged. You felt it was a lesson we desperately needed to learn.
We needed to stop judging you based on your actions, and see the beautiful person you truly were.
On the inside.
The person you’d never, ever share with anyone, for fear that they might taint it.