Hey Boat,

Will you tell me a bedtime story? Where none of us are sick and everything has a purpose and a place? Will you let me believe in something that doesn't exist just so I don't have to feel so damned hateful and alone? Will you let me see some of the beauty, tonight? I've got blinders on and my head is running in one thousand different circles. I am so tired of hating parts of myself. Boat will you give me a hug without making me ask for one? Will you tell me I'm pretty and nice of your own accord rather than my pleading? Self confidence is a slippery slope and I've got loads one second and a few grains the next. I just want you to promise that you'll never leave me, even though I don't believe in promises of that nature. Oh Boat, it's been a long day and I want to sleep but I've got too many tears standing in the way.

Love, Tiina