A Plea for Your Sanity

          I know you don't want to hear this. I know you don't want me to tell you anything. I know that even if someone else told you you wouldn't listen. I'm doing this for me. I'm doing this because if I don't I couldn't live with myself much longer watching you live like this. Michi, for my sake, just as much as yours, find someone, find something, I don't care. Just don't let life get to you like this anymore. You have your family in crosshairs of loathing and you've thrown your beautiful glass heart at a brick wall that can't catch it. I haven't talked to you forever, as a matter of fact I'll text you and/or message you when I'm through writing. Just please... If you ever find this don't yell at me for reading everything you write, and caring about you enough to write back. I know you don't read my posts and if someone that knows her is reading this please show her. Please. Just leave that behind, Michi. I'll see if I can't find one of my old bikes or something. Okay?