It’s me again. Do you hear that?? Its silence, because this time, I have nothing to say. If I have to say it again, if you don’t already know, then why should I say it? What do you want from me? Oh yeah, I know you’re super busy. Earthquakes in Haiti, People Dying in Jos, People with terminal diseases…. Yeah, you have loads on your hand. But what about me?? It’s been five long hellish years of waiting…. I’m still waiting. I’m not important because I have two hands and legs and no terminal disease? What does a girl have to do around here to get help from you? Should I act the way I feel? Should I cry every single fucking day? Is that what you want?? Because I have carried this little cross of mine all by myself, with the exception of those involved. Did I do something wrong?? Because if I did, I am really really sorry. I wake up every day, and I act like everything’s okay, lately, its been getting harder.
I want to thank you, for my family, however dysfunctional they are. I thank you for the roof over my head and the food that I eat. For these I am forever grateful. I have begged you long and hard, I want you to know that I’m going now. I’m not having this conversation with you anymore and whenever I pop into your mind, whenever you want me, I’ll be waiting. Please come soon. Thanks