Dear You,

I know that life is tough.
I know things don't go the way you planned them all the time.
I know what it's like to get angry, upset or be devastated by news.
I know what it's like to stress out.
Here's the thing I'm not getting though.
You have no appreciation for your life and the things you do have.
You make comments such as "Well, I guess there's no point to doing anything"
Some of you are comfortable being slaves to your jobs.
Some of you only think about your own well being and what's best for you.
Some of you are taking advantage of others you claim to care about.
I'm behind the "seen".
I know what it all looks like....
and then I know what the truth is.
I try to tell you all subtly about what that truth is but you don't seem to believe me.
If roles were reversed I wouldn't believe it myself.
But time will show you.
I know some of you think not so nice things about me.
Don't worry though....I already know what it's like to be called a bitch.
It didn't hurt my feelings that much.
In my opinion, I've never been called one for a very good or legitimate reason so it's just a word.
A word you need as a filler to describe how angry you are at me for showing you what's right in front of you.
It's hard to be a mirror.
It's hard to keep quiet and not just paint it all out for you and let you know what's going to happen.
I won't even say "I told you so".
I promise.
I just want you all to realize it before it's too late.
Maybe you could just get it on your own and save me the trouble?
But then I know that's probably going against the reason I'm in your lives in the first place.
I love you all.
And I'm not angry.
I had to learn these same lessons by getting a bad case of PKD.
And I hope it doesn't come to you like that.
And I really hope that me having to go away doesn't make you realize everything too.
Let's get that out of the way beforehand and enjoy things, shall we?
After all, why else are we here.
 
Love,
 
Me