Dear Shyness ,

I'd like to say that I believe in fate. I've lived my whole life thinking everything happens for a reason, and why wouldn't it? Lately, I've come to the realization that no matter how horrid things become, there's always a light at the end of the tunnel. There's never been a time in my life where I've felt more like myself. Right now, I feel free, jubilant, like I could easily hitch a ride on a fluffy cloud and drift into my own, personal sunset. I set a goal for myself this past January. I'd strive to break through my own walls, take a risk and ask my peers questions, get to know them and maybe let them know me. I'm a genuinely happy person. I find solace in making people laugh, making their days brighter, and the cement walls that I'd built unconsciously three years before had been blocking out the true aura of my personality. Shyness, you were an impossible obstacle in my life, chipping away at my emotions ruthlessly. I almost let you win; three years we battled. I stand here now though, a circle of peers surrounding me with excitement coloring their faces. Proof that victory is possible. Good things take time, and this was the best thing that could've happened. It wasn't just the breaking of my walls. From the rubble, I've erected a stronger persona, a more mature outlook on the beauty of life. I swear that every day from this day forward will only get better, if not physically, than It'll be another lesson to add to my filing cabinet, and that in itself is beautiful. So believe it or not, I want to congratulate you, shyness. Congratulations for fighting like hell. Congratulations for building a superhuman, and congratulations for being exactly what I needed to mend, I wish you upon nobody, though if you are you find another naive victim, I hope they're able to see past your menacing exterior, and defeat the coward you really are. 

Sincerely, your worst nightmare.