Today is the Relaunch of the Dear Justin Project. LEGGO♥

just wanted to note that your header is fab, could you post the gif of justin maybe? love him. x

Ill try :)

good news everyone (:

The Tumblr is now FINALLY being updated. Sorry about the wait (:

#DearJustin (You Saved My Life)

When I was 12, that’s when I found Justin on You Tube. I thought he was adorable, so I went and listened to ‘One Time.’ Even though his voice wasn’t low like most singers, I absolutely loved it. My parents were fighting that night like always…and I told myself ‘no one will ever fucking love me.’ Right when I felt like giving up, ‘One Time’ came on my iPod. I stopped crying and started to smile. About 6 months later My parents got a divorce. I didn’t know anything that was going on but I knew everything was on me now because I’m the oldest. I had to take care of my sisters. Make sure dinner was done. I was barley aloud to hang out with my friends.. well what friends. I had none then.. But yet I still had nothing and I was only 12 but Justin got me through that. And about a year ago in 2010-2011 I lost one of my closest friends, I was bullied severely, and I felt like I had no one. It tore me to pieces. I went through depression. Eating disorders. I just couldn’t stand myself. I couldn’t even look in the mirror without being like “Who is this ugly fat thing looking back at me” because I was bullied so much for my weight so at this point I was so done with life. Things kept getting worse. Just my luck HUH. I didn’t know what to do. My dad started getting stricter and aggressive. I never saw my mom, actually she moved as far away as she possibly could. I felt like everything was my fault. My fault we didn’t have a mom. My fault my dad hated me. My fault people picked on me. I just wanted to leave. What was the point of staying on this earth if all you do is get bullied and made fun of by the people least expected, and couldn’t control it. I couldn’t help but think my life was pointless. I felt like shit 24/7. I just felt like my head was going to explode. That night I was sitting on my bed crying my eyes out, I couldn’t stop blaming myself for everything. I cried. Cried. And CRIED. I tried everything to just end it.. I cut then I took pills I actually thought they were gonna work, (Well I was hoping.) I lied down and felt my eyes getting heavier. I whispered ‘Good-Bye’. The next morning came, and my dad woke me up and walked out.. I looked around and questioned. “Why am I still here” “Why didn’t it work” “I don’t wanna be here.” Then I ran to the bathroom. I started throwing up from the pills, from that night. My dad still made me go to school, so that day was a day from hell. Then that night came. I was gonna try it again. While I was sitting there thinking I shouldn’t be here anymore. I had more pills in my hand the razor In the other and just thinking I just don’t deserve to be here anymore. Then Justin Bieber’s song ‘Never Let You Go’ started to play. I cried and cried then looked at my poster of him, I tried to just clear my head, I couldn’t tho. I couldn’t do this. It was too hard to do anything, But I wanted to stay strong for my baby! I still needed to meet him and tell him how much he has got me through. But then I looked at the poster above my bed and I swear to this day, I was hallucinating I guess but, his lips moved ‘it will be okay.’ The crying must have done it, but it doesn’t matter. Yes I may still be cutting but not as much, I may stop eating time to times. I may be going though the hardest times of my life but My point, Justin Bieber in fact saved my life. 

He saved me. I’m staying strong for him, even if it is hard. I can’t imagine my life without him. He’s my everything and I owe him EVERYTHING. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!<3

ANNOUNCEMENT: THE #DEARJUSTINPROJECT IS ON HOLD FOR A WHILE. WE ARE STILL TAKING LETTERS, BUT BECAUSE OF THE STRESS OF GETTING THE #BELIEVEtour TICKETS WE HAVE DECIDED TO SLOW IT DOWN. THANKS, DANI & CREW

#DearJustin

#Dear Justin, So my struggles started when I was about 6-7 years old. I’ve always had a speech disorder called: “stuttering” To the average person it seems like just a repetition of words, but to people who have gone through this for years it’s something more than that, way more. I always thought that my stutter was something that could never go away. Stuttering is not an easy thing to deal with. Every single day is a new battle, just to speak. When I get asked to read in my English/Irish/French class I freeze, people stare and sometimes they laugh. The feeling is horrible and I feel as if everything in my entire life has gone wrong. Growing up, I felt isolated from everything really. In school I felt like an "outcast" someone who was "different". All my life I NEVER felt normal. I wouldn't even want to answer simple questions in class and this may sound stupid but even saying my name is a huge struggle. I was always insecure about myself, I thought that people would label me “dumb, stupid, stutterer” etc. Even my own mum thought that I was stuttering for attention.She thought that it was something I was doing on purpose and something that I could suddenly just stop. I obviously wasn’t stuttering for attention and hearing her say that broke my heart. I always wanted to end a conversation quickly or make up excuses like “Oh, I don’t know..sorry” etc. It got really hard for me when I moved schools, just being surrounded by new people. Some of my classmates would point out my flaws and that frightened me. People tease me for something I can’t even control and the feeling is just terrible. I was embarrassed about my speech and I always tried to hide the fact that I did stutter...I was attempting to me a 'covert' stutterer. Sometimes I feel like a bird with broken wings, no matter how much I want to fly I can’t, it’s a constant struggle to get up when I’ve fallen down. And then my parent’s divorced. I don’t live with my father anymore. Hearing them argue and fight almost all the time made me feel like crap absolute crap, especially when it was on my own birthday. And to top it all off I had bulimia. I never thought I looks beautiful. I always thought I was 'fat', so I started to purge. And that’s where Justin comes in. I felt like my whole life had gone downhill, I was just really unhappy with my life. I know it may sound stupid “Oh wow she just stutters so what?” But when you stutter you feel like nothing in your life is right. You over think and it makes the situation 100x worse. I’ve gone to a therapist for my speech disorder and nothing worked out. Hearing Justin’s music made me feel better. After hearing his song “Down to Earth” I was left in tears, it’s crazy how a kid who doesn’t even know me can have such a huge impact on my life and I can’t thank him enough. His song “Never Say Never” made me realize that one day I’ll get through this and that one day everything will be okay. Thank you Justin for making me smile even when I felt down. I can’t thank you enough and one day I hope I’ll be able to say this in front of your face. When Justin tweets things like "Stay strong, I'm there with u", I always feel like bursting into tears. He makes me feel better when nobody else can. “Stuttering can be a horrendous experience. It’s as if you are robbed of your voice and silenced forever. You feel as though you are alienated from others at social functions and feel completely alone. Even when you have something valuable to say or want to put forward your own opinion about a particular matter, this insidious disease prevents you from fully expressing yourself.” Demi Lovato also makes me smile- She makes me love who I am and because of her, I'm proud of who I am. If you’re a stutterer and you’re reading this, please never give up. Soon you’ll be able to live a life of freedom wherever you go, don’t let a speech disorder hold you back. God Bless and thanks for reading. -Siebe ♥ 

twitter: (wowitsbiebah)

Does this really go to justin ??

If Beliebers want it to be big then yes. Beliebers make this happen. No Belieber power? Not a single letter gets to Justin. ♥

about me.

Well, i have been selfharming for two years and stopped for a good while, which i was so happy about, then... Last novemeber my mum had a heartattack, and i went back to selfharm. I mostly cutting myself.  I cant wear short sleeved tops because of my cuts and scars, and i can't were shorts because of the cuts and scars on my legs.. Do you have any idea how i can stop :(? 

First of all, you should talk to your mom. As scary and as crazy as it may seem you should talk to her about how you feel. Second of all, and most importantly, you N E E D to stop. Harming yourself doesn't help the problem. It makes it worse. And if you think you need help, get help. 

Dani & Crew

Hi, um, this might be too much to ask and I understand if you don't have the time to do it or something. But could you possibly edit my entry and change "@LiveLuvBelieb" to my Tumblr URL? :) There are a few people who found you guys' blog and I'd rather they didn't know it was me since they know my twitter but not my tumblr. Thanks :)

SSure thing :)

Any tips on how to become famous ?? :)

I have no idea. Just never saying never :)

#DearJustin

#DearJustin

Okay, so, here's my story.

Ever since the day I was born, my parents would fight and fight about me and my brother and how to raise us. We're Muslims and my dad is super religious so he wanted my mom to wear a veil. My dad's not a bad man and he's not super religious in a bad way. But I guess my mom just got tired of all the fighting and of my dad wanting her to dress more conservatively and I guess he got tired of her not listening to him that they decided to get a divorce. I was four years old when my mom took me and my brother back home to Egypt (we'd been living in Switzerland because my dad's job was there).

So me, my brother and my mom are back home and we're living with my grandparents and aunt. My aunt was always playing games with me and I would sleep in my grandfather's arms every night. Everything was perfect. Me and my grandmother were so close. She was an artist and I inherited that from her so we would always spend time together and she would take me to her art studio and everyday she would bring me home my favorite chocolate. Everyday, we'd get up early in the morning and feed the birds on our window sill together. Until I was about six years old, it was all great. My brother and I would see my dad a lot and sleep over and I was so happy with my family and had my friends. But then, my grandmother died.

It was horrible. At first, I wouldn't believe it. But I had to accept that she was gone. I was never exactly "popular". But i had my friends and we always had fun and that was good enough for me. I was too young to care about or even really understand popularity. By 3rd grade, I was 8 and I was finally over my Grandma's death. But then things changed. Being popular became the most important thing in my class. And I wasn't popular at all. I still had my friends so I was content but the popular kids were cruel and would sometimes get to us.

Fourth grade, me and my friends are complete losers. We're outcasts and the popular kids are worse than ever. Fifth grade, classes are shuffled and me and a few girls from my class are moved to a class full of people we don't know. Almost all the girls instantly become friends with the popular people. Me and two of the girls are part of the losers. Everyone in class is absolutely horrible to us and call us names and make fun of us everyday. At that point, I feel just awful about myself. I feel like I will never be good enough. And I start to get depressed.

I would shut myself up in my room and cry for hours. My dad had started being different with me. He wanted me to be conservative too. He didn't even want me wearing certain swimsuits. And when I'd go on vacation with my mom, I'd have to lie to him about wearing them. I thought I was the most horrible person in the world. I would tell myself I was pathetic, a liar, ugly, fat, stupid, annoying and worthless. My dad was always trying to change my way of thinking and trying to get me to be more conservative. He would get angry if I wore short-sleeved t-shirts. I would feel like I wasn't good enough for him. I was always angry and distant so I was always fighting with my mom and brother. I was always so self-conscious. I couldn't go out or even make new friends.

By sixth grade, I was so self-conscious I couldn't even make eye contact with people. I felt so horrible. Then one day, I was with my friend in my room and got up to get some food. When I came back, she pointed at the computer screen and said "watch this". It was Justin with his floppy hair in his eyes, sitting on a stool, strumming a guitar, singing Heartless/Cry Me A River. I was stunned. He was so talented. But then my friend said, "he sounds like a girl." So I didn't say anything. At school everyone made fun of Justin and the people who like him. I didn't want to get laughed at so I just said his music was okay but they made fun of me just for that. So I spent the rest of he year pretending I didn't like him. During the summer I listened to his music all day and spent hours on my twitter, trying to get him to notice me. A week before seventh grade, I got extremely nervous about people finding out about me liking Justin. But I decided something; I don't care. I thought of how Justin was bullied all his life before getting so famous and how he never lets the haters get to him. He inspired me. I was determined to be as strong as Justin. I admitted to liking Justin at school. I ignored the people who made fun of me. I made new friends. There were a couple of girls, one who had just joined school and one who'd joined the year before. We became really close.

Right now, I'm in eighth grade and those two girls are two of my closest friends ever. I have other close friends and I always try to go out and not be as reserved as I was. It' still hard and I've actually cut a few times but Justin gets me through it. I haven't seen my dad in three years and I miss him so much. I can't remember what about but we had a fight and just stopped talking. Sometimes I feel like I'm never going to be good enough for anybody and I can't resist cutting. But then I turn on Justin's music and I can't help but smile. Justin inspires me more than anyone ever has. He means the world to me and I don't know what or where I would be without him. He makes me want to be a better person. He makes me believe in my dreams and believe that I am beautiful no matter what. Because of him, I know I'm worth something and I know I don't need to change myself for anyone. I know that I am strong enough to do this. He makes me strong and I will never be able to thank him enough for that. He's my hero, inspiration, idol and role model. I love him more than anyone will ever know. Only a Belieber could understand what he means to me. I may not have been able to go to his concerts or buy his stuff but I am determined ot meet him one day and thank him for everything. Because he changed my life. I feel like crying right now because of how much I love him. He means everything to me. So just thank you Justin. For everything.

http://goin-d-o-w-n.tumblr.com/ ♥

Guys, we know that the tumblr is NOT up to date. We are currently getting everything up to par so that we may be able to promote more. Just keep faith and tell everyone you know about the project. The only way that that can happen is if WE make it happen. Much love. Dani & Crew ♥x

btw you need to change all your links and stufff, most of them are for thebelieberproject rather than thedearjustinproject like your submit page, and your tags and the members stores etc xxxxxx

Yes, we know. We are working on our tumblr at the moment changing everything. Everything should be up and moving by tomorrow. Thank you :)

#DearJustin

#DearJustin,  i don't have a sob story or anything. but you actually did change my life. i always wanted to be a singer when i was little, & i would always tell myself "You'll never make it" i wasn't here since your first video. but i was here since "One Time" and i'm so glad i stayed.. not many of my friends like you. except my friend Mackenzie. during class we're always talking about how much you inspire us, how sweet you are to all of your fans. but you're not the same little Justin in a grey hoodie anymore. you're so much bigger, and better. i'm just rambling on and on, and this letter is all over the place i know. but you really have changed my life. your story was so amazing and touching, it gave me faith. and you inspire me, you're always giving to the needy, and the poor. you're so sweet. you're the best role model ever. i've never been to a concert, i've always wanted too, but i couldn't. we don't have enough money for it. but now, i'm working on so many ways to gain money to see you. i'm currently putting up ads on my tumblr, and searching around my house for things i know we don't need, and if i'm not sure if we need them, i'll ask my mom. but we're going to sell those things. i'd really do anything to get to meet you. and just thank you for all you've done. not for me, but for everyone. i bet you've changed so many lives its not even funny. i just want to say thank you, for changing my mind, life. and just everything. my friends are always like "what has justin done for you? he hasn't done anything. you have no reason to like him." well, they obviously don't know you enough to hate you or dislike you. if they actually heard your story, see what you do for others, and all that. they'd change their mind. i'm always called obsessed, no. i'm dedicated. i've done 7 school projects on you. and jsuhfdjhfkdf. I LOVE YOU JUSTIN. <3 sincerely,  @Jus10DrewBeebuh

#DearJustin

#DearJustin,

First of all you may here this a lot but I LOVE YOU, the first song i heard of yours was Never Let You Go and my heart melted because of how adorable you were and your voice was amazing i then swathe rest of your videos, which are also FLAWLESS. Since then i was then and forever will be a belieber. You songs make me more confident and i am now known in my school as the Bieber obsessed freak which i am very happy with, whenever someone sees me they mock me with one of your songs and surprisingly they know all the words, because i know everyone is a belieber whether they show it or not. I know both my sisters are secret beliebers because their iPods have almost all your songs. Your songs always make me happy I'm constantly being told to shut up because i sing your songs almost every second of the day. Everything i wrote here i wish i could say it to your face someday. Even though I wasn’t a fan from the start, I will be until the end.

I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOOOOOOOOU XX

P.S when you come back to the Uk PLEASE COME TO NORTH LONDON :]

Natalie xxxxxxxxxxxxx @YuSmileEyeSmile

#DearJustin

#DearJustin

First of all sorry about bad english.In my country we dont speak english. Before i try to kill myself.I was depressed.I think that im not enough,that im ugly,fat...Late into night i just cry.I have no reason i just cry.I cuts.I wear a lot of bracelets to my parents or my brother dont see.One day i came home and i took knife.And i wanna to kill myself.But my brother stop me.He hugged me and tell me that everything gonna be alright.Whe became better since that.I told him my problems. He dont know how to react.He told me:''U are beautiful.Dont u ever do that again.I love u.'' I asked him to not tell my parents.He didnt.And I stop cuts myself.And after 1 month I started again.He didnt notice.I was in my room when i try to kill myself again.And i saw Justin and Demi poster on my wall.And I remember Demis story.Than i see Justin smile i just give up.He give me motto to move on.To forget about my problems.Because there is always way out.I think if i day that day i will never meet Justin.Never go on his concert.I still wait that day to meet him.I live just because that day.He makes me strong him.And my family.I was thinking what will they do without me.Because I know they really love me.What will do my older brother who always protect me.And who will protect my little brother.Thanks Justin i was still here.Writing this.Yeah people say im stupid because guy who i dont know saved my life.Also one more reason why i want to kill myself is that.That i will nevere meet Justin.But Never say never,right? So STAY STRONG.U are one such a amazing,beautiful person.Heads up.If u need someone to talk just remember me.I will listening u.Dont worry i will be here.I will understand u because i was going thru same situation.Just DM me or send me message in inbox :D #muchlove

I support you by made this project, I wish Justin could see everything you've posted so many beliebers could smile. Thanks anyway. Much love (:

Thank you so much :) This is for Beliebers. We know Justin's story and now he's going to be able to know ours. ♥