My dear, I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. Of course I’ll remind you of this every day. It’s not like I hate you or anything, but how am I supposed to know you deserve the best in people, and in life, if you can’t handle the worst in any situation while patiently waiting for the best, for what you deserve, through it all? Falsely...

My dear, If people don’t understand you, good. If people call you weird behind your back and in front of your face, good. If your nose is off-center, your forehead too big, your hips too small, and your mouth too thin, good. Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring. Falsely yours, Marilyn...

My dear, I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together. Falsely yours, Marilyn...

My dear, In Hollywood your soul is worthless. Film makers can’t mass produce it, businesses can’t monopolize it, and theaters can’t put it on display for everyone to see. A kiss on the other hand.. A kiss can be captured on film and sold. It increases the size of everyone’s bank accounts. Why should they care about anything else they say. Falsely yours, Marilyn...