My wife has sent divorce papers to a place I no longer work for. I have a few T-shirts and some clean underwear. Other than that, I'm Fucked.
I hope that everything in your life that could possibly turn out well, does. You win the lottery, have a nice house on the beach, and shoes that fit just right.
Me, I'm waiting for the sun to rise. Today couldn't have sucked any worse. I have cried until I have run out of tears. I have nothing and no one. Period.
May you never know debt or loneliness.
For me, I'm had.
I wish you well.
Farewell.
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