This is a long time coming. Nikki, I have so much to tell you. But where to begin? So much is wrong now that you’re gone. Or is it right in a disguise? I’m tormented. I’m disgusted. With who you ask? Myself. For once, I’m speaking on myself. The sun beams hotter each day, with the days growing longer and longer. Like a quilt. And I’m losing it. To say the least. A big claimer for me right now is, ‘No money’. I wonder who came up with that whole “More money, more problems” saying. They’ve clearly never been broke; They’ve never tasted anything less than gold. I come back to you today, why? Because I’m gone. I’m nowhere in sight. Though I keep looking; Searching, scratching at the answers. Am I blind? Almost. But that isn’t the reason. The reason is I’ve lost myself. Where, you ask? I do not know. In my mind? In my heart? In her heart? I do not know. All I know is I need some type of.. Saving. A rescue. My SOS mustn’t be loud enough. It mustn’t be strong enough, because it’s not getting through. To anyone.. Well. Hm. You ask about my family? I don’t believe I’ve had grace with such words to swipe my ears. What is this you speak? Is your reference to people you’re bound with by blood? Or the people you’ve bounded to be blood? I do not know. I’ll keep this short. I have no such thing. I have no money, no family, nothing to rely on. Nothing.. That’s the word. For everything about me now. I.. Am nothing. And I have, nothing. Do you understand where I am Nikki? Help me out here. Oh, but wait.. You can’t help me, can you Nikki? Can you? No, you can’t. Now why can’t you? Oh well that’s easy. Simply because.. You don’t exsist. Am I fading like you once were?