Saturday, February 7, 2015

Dear Mama,

It's 3 a.m. here now, I've been up since 1 a.m. I already did some reading and I still cannot get back to sleep. I'm not really thinking of anything, Mama. My mind is blank. It's like a big, hollow space I am in right now. I don't know what I'm feeling, Mama. It feels so empty here. I wish you were here. I miss you, Mama.

I love you.