Tornadoes

Before we start anything, let me say this: tornadoes are rude. They come into your life and pick up everything you have and they throw it back down and you’re left to pick up the pieces. Then when you scream at them to stop, they don’t listen. They just go on and on, wrecking everything, leaving your life in shambles and the worse part is they don’t even know what they’re doing.

Actually, to tell you the truth, I’ve never seen a tornado, because mostly where we live we have typhoons. Big, old windbags that drench you in their wide, wet arms.

I just sort of imagined what it felt like to be in the vicinity of a tornado, because right now thats what my life feels like. Like a tornado ran through it and you feel lost and you don’t know what to do. You know how in the movies, the people hit by tornadoes look like they’re dead inside. That’s what I am now. Dead inside.

And you know another thing about tornadoes? They come back. I thought I fixed everything already. I thought I could handle everything. I thought I picked up all the pieces. But tornadoes are forces of nature and you have no control over them. They destroy you and they don’t even care.

Please tornado. If you’re listening. Stop it. I don’t need you in my life. I don’t want to die anymore.

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