I really wanted to do you all justice. I feel like dying. My astral attacks feel like hell. I cant move or clean my place. It takes a ton of wine and a lot of effort just to get to work. I feel like death.
I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I really wanted to champion your cause. I wanted to take care of you. I feel I might lose my place and eventually die.
In the event of my death, which feels currently imminent. Just don't give up.
Much love.
