Yup, I must be. There is no multimillionaire story. That was fantasy and wishful thinking. There is a lovely man too stressed out. Who knows if my end of life story will come through. My predictions are not very accurate most of the time. Perhaps I have delusions. Surely this must be it. But I function. And I am normal when I am social Face to face with people. I feel an infinite sadness at our story. Sometimes I wish I had never been born to wreck BJG‘s mental health to that extent. He is so stressed out.
The Poetry Dervish