Sunday, June 17, 2007
Dear God,
I was pretty angry at you. I pleaded with you to make it stop.
It didn't.
But I guess you made up by sending two people who can just sit there in silence and watch me disintegrate slowly even in the middle of a shopping mall; and who can patiently listen to me even if I wasn't very coherent, with my hiccups and desperate gulps for air punctuating every sentence, and who can teach me that it is okay to have those ugly moments, just as long as I'm back to my happy song-singing self "tomorrow".
Thank you so much for sending those two people who're currently very concerned and are worrying about me. I couldn't ask for more. =) They're holding onto me so tightly, there isn't a chance in heaven or hell that I'm going down.
It's alright if you keep throwing disgusting things into my life. I'm going to be alright because they're counting on me to be a survivor. And I'm going to do it for my own sake. =)
Love,
natasha.
Thank you and amen.
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