I am sad. It feels like the ocean waves rolled over and hit me on and on again, leaving me to sting all over. The pain pricks through the deepest parts of my soul. Angela, you spoke as if you were to die soon. You spoke as if what’s left of your life is very short and you want to spend it with your loved ones… You sounded so broken. And it hurts me. This pain, which has been existing for the past seven years, today resurfaced and hit me hard. Really hard. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Where is the young ambition? Where is the passion people of your age should have? Where is the dream that animates life? Where is the youth that enables you to climb the stairs in a flash? You deserve so much, much, more.
Where is the person responsible for this? Who has made you like this? Who broke you into a million pieces? Who left you to crawl alone in the deepest fiery pits of hell?
Why do humans do this? Why do they destroy? Why do they create, and leave their creation to cry in despair and not do anything about it? How could such a thing happen in this world. What a filthy world, what a shameless world.