Dear Motherfucker,

You make me sick. You made me cry. You had me Believing. Then, you took all those glorious feelings away with lies. I wish I could run; I wish I could STAB THAT MOTHERFUCKER!!! BUT. But, I could never be so rude.

Who knows? This could be the day! God, please! Let IT be the day that Mother…WAIT!!!! I’m trippin’. I’m losing it again. I gotta focus. You ain’t shit, Motherfucker (LOL!).

Seriously. I’m scared. That’s right. I am afraid. I’m so very concerned that if you go, Motherfucker…I will never love myself quite as much as I love you.

With Light,

Softly Spoken