baby I feel your frustration. a w****? if that’s what you wanted at the time i don’t see how it could have been any different, and that’s perfectly fine sweetheart. of course i can’t be bought. what is money but some paper you can’t take with you to paradise when you leave this world and go where peace is waiting for you. (don’t even think of sending yourself there more quickly and leave me in this stale existence all alone.) 😔. i’m beginning to worry about you. you’re working on things now, don’t give up honey. you have to realize in life, we’re meant to glide, float, let life grab hold of us and just go with it, letting it rock you floating back and forth. stay grounded in what you’re doing and just glide baby. you can’t control these things you’re trying to grip. it’s not your place to grip them—let go sweetie. i love you, always.