Yes you! The one reading this!
I just wanted to tell you that you an irreplaceable human being and the only one of you that there will ever be. What you do, whatever it may be, is something nobody else can ever do just like you no matter how hard they try. Scientific smarts, art, music, athletics, cooking, joking around and saying silly things, writing, math, compassion, wit, fanfiction, being able to put your leg behind your head, making funny faces, anything you have, other people may have it too but none of them will have it the way you have it, same way you will never have it the way they have it.
But that's okay! Because it's all different and even if there are people you aspire to be like or want to emulate, even if you can never truly copy them 100%, you shouldn't have to, because you have the potential to add things to it your own way. Have those inspirations, and take them somewhere! If you have ideas, execute them! Not everybody will approve, but that's fine, because without hate there can be no love. The more people who know and love you, the more people who'll know and NOT love you. But if you want love, you'll have to take that with it and in stride because that's just how things work; but don't EVER let the hate get to you because the disapproval is not what matters. Don't be afraid of potential failure because you'll never know unless you try, and nothing is ever a complete failure anyway; you could get a dozen people telling you to stop, but there will always be somebody out there who will be glad what you did happened, what you made existed. Just remember to do the same for others too, and remember they're like you, with hopes and dreams, and if if their passion is not something you agree with, remember how it would feel to you to be bashed for yours, and respect them at the very least; if we could all learn to be happy with ourselves, we'd never have to hurt anybody else to make up for it.
Just do what you've dreamed of, because if you don't, nobody will.
And then the world will never know of the things that could have been.
Now come here so I can hug you.
Listening to: Tubthumping by Chumbawamba
Eating: Chicken Strips
Drinking: Fruit Punch