This story is dedicated to people how are/were a part of my life. These are my thoughts in the most obtuse/candid way possible. I hope the people I write this for never find them.
Acknowledgement to the girl named Amna for whom her friends did/are/will do so much. Thank you to her and her friends for giving me the courage to open up (sort of) my thoughts cos this vociferous, kill-them-slowly yet quiet kinda pain is too much.
I don't want to title these parts becos I don't want anyone to know which thought is for them. This will be a mixture of forms of writing and everyone with a certain voice. If you can guess the voice, you know which part means what.
Do not humour this text. This is sensitive stuff you're going into. Don't call out on anything. Don't tell me what to do. Don't ask my who this is for.
If it's for you, you'll know.
Yours truthfully,
A.
