{"id":1002,"date":"2017-06-10T16:30:52","date_gmt":"2017-06-10T16:30:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-boy-from-my-class\/"},"modified":"2017-06-10T16:30:52","modified_gmt":"2017-06-10T16:30:52","slug":"dear-boy-from-my-class","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-boy-from-my-class\/","title":{"rendered":"Dear Boy from my class"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I know it is hard to show yourself to others, but I think it is worse if you are scared to do it. You are scared that people will judge you for being yourself. Myself, I know how that is. I always thought that being me was not enough, until I met my best friend. She taught me that being yourself is important and if they judge you, they do not deserve your friendship.  I do not really talk to you during class, even though you are sitting next to me. We only talk over DM in Insta. Every Time again I try to tell you that being yourself is important. However every time you come with another excuse. Do not be mad, because you are being yourself.<br \/>\nI have met a whole other person behind your mask and you have met me, another girl than that I show at school. Is it wrong that you can fall in love with someone you cannot see in real life.<\/p>\n<p>I know this is not really the kind of letter you had to write, &#8220;Love Letters To The Dead&#8221;. You are still alive, but deep inside you feel nothing. I know you (I think) and I will be  happy if I find out you accept yourself and show it to the rest of the world.<\/p>\n<p>You are probably never going to read this anyway, but who cares?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I know it is hard to show yourself to others, but I think it is worse if you are scared to do it. You are scared that people will judge you for being yourself. Myself, I know how that is. I always thought that being me was not enough, until I met my best friend. [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":0,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1002","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-love-letters"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1002","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1002"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1002\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1002"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1002"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1002"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}