Dear...

Who do I write to right now? Do I write to myself? Do I write for everyone out there struggling like me? What do I say? That I'm selfish? Alex died, Mom died, Dad died; who else do I have? When Mom and Dad died, Alex was there for me. He would pull me into his chest and I would sob my heart out. He would pick me up and cuddle with me in bed. But now, who is left? Why does everyone have to leave me? Every day, I struggle with my job and my bills. If I die, would anyone miss me besides the tax collector? I lived on very little before. Now, I have nothing else to do but to survive. But what is life if I only survive?