Selfish, yea, maybe.

So yesterday I was a mess, today I'm nearly a stone. I felt joy when you called, every time, but annoyance or neutrality for everything else. You sounded better this morning, and waves of relief flooded me; and then you found more to drink and I wanted to roll up a newspaper and smack you with it. I know im your Jiminy, but surely you know when getting another drink is a bad idea!! You talk to me about being scared to die (or at least, resigned to) and you go out and buy more and more of the very thing that will kill you!! Gods damn it, man, enough already! Stay with me! I've told you, for every Year you stick around I'll make equal effort. So start making an effort!!! You tell me you realize now what you've lost (this family, that welcomed you in, in spite of your flaws) yet you continue to do the very thing destroying that family. So stop, my love, take a breath, and recenter yourself. Get your head on straight, and be the man I see when I look at you. I cherish you, ene Otsoa, like an addiction. Know, too, when I say Ene Otsoa I mean My Love, my heart, my existence.