Tuesday May 1st 2018
Koralie. Or Koraly. Or Korallie. That’s your sister’s name, Maggy.
I like Koralie better.
I want to see you both.
A lot.
I’m not doing well now.
I took how many pills?
I feel pathetic.
Manilla asked me how I do it.
She’d kill herself if she were me.
If only she knew.
I love you two so much.
SO much.
I want to meet you both.
And your brother without a name.
I love you three so much.
Because you’re me.
And you’re mine.
And I’ll take care of you.
I want to walk to you.
Talk to you.
Feel your nappy hair rub against my chest as you sleep.
I have to stay alive.
Write my will.
To live.
I want to […]