& lonely. SO FUCKING LONELY. It’s been this way for years, so many, that I’m finally all right with moaning about it. I’ve stopped worrying, and basing my commentary on what people who love me might find hard to hear. Almost to a man, those who DO care about me say they’d rather hear me honestly.
So, here goes: I have many Friends, but few friends here, in Philadelphia.
More tomorrow; I’m so damn tired, from my constant depression over my heavily winnowed life.
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