Dear Oprah,

I am so sad that I can't even put it in words.

I neve thought I meant so little to people around me and in fact I mean nothing.

I spent the whole weekend all alone.

If I don't call, nobody calls, if I don't say "Let's have some coffee", nobody thinks of asking me.

It's like I don't exist or I exist only when people need something from me.

Even my so called "best friend". When she's down, when she needs money, or her car breaks on the street or her daughter makes her feel like she is nothing but shit, she's here, at my door.

Now that she's working and her daughter is in a better mood, she goes out with her other friends and not even give me a call.

When am I going to learn, Oprah? When?

All my life I've been the stupid one asking for some love, giving everything I have: my love, my attention, my care, my money, my time.

All my life I've been this person. Stupid!

There's no other word to describe me.

Being good may give us a place in heaven, but here on Earth, it makes us just suffer over and over and over again.

I with I could die.

Why be alive if we mean nothing to anyone?

My kids are living their lives and I am glad they are fine and doing OK.

I don't have anybody near me.

I think about Taylor Swift song "You're on your own kid."

I've been on my own all my life and I am so tired.