I long ago aspired to someday be scum, recognizing it early on as the most practical way that I might rise to the top. I've done rather a lot of wishing for luck on your behalf and buoyed by the success that I apparently have had, I'm feeling more inspired and ready to consolidate my power by sweeping aside some of the other scum. Victory is sweet and I can smell it, or something anyway.
My ex had a capacity for generating demented passion that seemed not to require much in the way of an external stimulus and while I do have to admit to treating her well, I don't think it affected the outcome beyond making her a little more tenacious. Having learned such a painful lesson, I enrolled in a course at the local pool hall to learn proper crude and callous male behavior in an effort to attract someone more normal. (Burp)
It's a bit hard now to relate to the silly text that I wrote 16 years ago. I was telling another dear friend to day how much I still miss you and how grateful I remain to have had a friend with such, kindness, wisdom and insight for the few months that we knew each other well. You deserved so much more than 40 years on this earth but everyone who knew you received a special blessing that they will always cherish.
but thanks that is very sweet of you.
I hope you'll be able to find joy again and that you'll get a lot better.