Well, today my mama would have been 59, she died over 2 years ago. Supposedly from Alzheimer’s. I think she went crazy, and the medication helped kill her. I have nobody, she was my best friend. I find myself forgetting, and thinking “I gotta call my mama”, then I remember all over again. This wasn’t my plan, and I know it’s selfish of me, but I tried and almost succeeded to take my life in 2006. I just want to not exist. Happy Birthday, mama, and I hope the party goes on in Heaven.