Come Back to Life, Please

God, I know I’ve said it all before, but I really need my baby. How could you say that all you care about is furthering your purposes and don’t give a damn about my feelings? God, I’m really messed up, I mean, I think I am. I’m not normal like everyone else. God, could I please have my baby? That’s all I’m asking for! Not fame, not money. Just the guy I fell in love with sixteen years ago. I watched the Martin Bashir interview with Princess Diana on Lifetime yesterday. She was so pretty, and let me tell you, she had a purpose. It was to help out with the less unfortunate. I’m so sorry she died. I wish she was still alive. It was like, after that interview, in the morning I expected to see something in the headlines about what she was doing next. That’s how lifelike she was, that’s how alive she seemed. I couldn’t believe she was gone for ten years. It seemed like yesterday I saw the funeral on television. I really wish she was alive. It was sad to hear her talking about how she thought the Royal Family wanted to take her down. Couldn’t all that good she did rub off on The Family, or where they really that cold to her? I knew she had the love of her boys, and that’s probably all that mattered to her, but it seemed like she was still empty inside. I don’t know. That’s just what I observed from the whole thing. She was sad, seemed a little hopeless. She needed an exciting man that would’ve stayed by her side throughout every and anything, just like I do.