Word.

Dear Molly,




This is gonna sound a little strange but I'd like you to paint over my old closet door. The thing is there is never a time when you will be more honest, and your convictions will be stronger, and your motives will be more pure than they are right now. Which means you should chase whatever excites you. Be confident, and take risks, and paint over my words so you can start writing your own. My story may have inspired you, but I'm certain your story will inspire the next girl to live in our room. I want you to know you don't need somebody to write about you in order for your life to mean something. You can write about yourself… make your own destiny. Then years from now the next girl will keep what you write on that door long enough to remind you how inspired your life is. And you can tell that girl to paint over the door because you realize the words you wrote, the friends you had, the urgency you felt will always be there under the paint. The love you professed will always be there, the spark of something undeniable, a seed of hope, the truth for better or for worse burning fiercely just below the surface.
Love Peyton.

Nå er barndomshjemmet mitt solgt. Håper noen får noen fine minner og bra år mellom de fire veggene på rommet mitt som det jeg har hatt. Det er med ett tungt hjerte at jeg skriver dette, men sånn er livet. Jeg får se tilbake til de fine minnene jeg har fått i det huset, og det lille rommet av ett kott jeg hadde. Etter å ha bodd 16år av livet mitt i det huset, er det rart å tenke på at jeg ikke skal sette føttene mine i det igjen.