January 20, 2010
Dear Serenity’s Soul,
The knock at my door last night was my co-worker, Keyah. She came to bring me my paycheck. She’s been to my little apartment before when I needed a ride home, so she knew how to get here. She asked me how come I wasn’t at work. It shocked me that she’d even ask. I don’t really talk to anyone, so I thought no one cared why I wouldn’t be there. But, hey, she actually brought me my check and that was nice. I told her that I was feeling sick. She started telling me about all the things I could do to take care of myself. She meant well, I know, but I wanted her to leave. I wanted her to leave because that wasn’t the reason why I didn’t show up to work so the stuff she was saying to me started to sound like nonsense. I didn’t go to work today either. In fact, I don’t think I’m going back. I’m cashing my check, and taking a chance on life. I sorda know where I’m going, but I don’t really know where I may end up. All I know is that it’s time to find some answers. Yeah, I’ve been thinking about my life. I’ve been thinking really hard, and I’ve come to the conclusion that I’d better find out some things now or perhaps I may never know the truth. I have to stop being afraid long enough to face the world. Sure, there’s so much I don’t know and I don’t understand. Sure, I’ve got a mother on the streets that can’t seem to explain it to me. And Sure, I’ve got some unknown guy paying money to, I guess, help me out. So what, my best friend is a little dog named Mocha. She may be a dog but it’s better than just having nothing but my useless dark shadow reminding me of how lonely I am. Yeah, my life is a puzzle, but I’m going to put it together—I am—and you…..you’re coming with me.
Goodnight,
Monica
