This self made poet ,who was much fun when I was crazy without meds for two years, is a liar. He told me he was getting married and his blog was full of loneliness from missing girls correspondance on tumblr. The dude is almost 60.

I told him off- he is recently divorced for what looked like no reason except the wife said, ater decade, that she was never sexually attracted to him. He tells some many fibs that I cannot trust him anymore. We cancelled each other's following of the blogs we both have.

Second friend this year I yell at online and kick out of my life. The other one was a sex fiend widow of 50 with two teenagers. I did not understand why she was so obsessed with extreme sexual public experiences with her new man. I simply got quite offended. Her late husband was a darling to me when I was sick and homeless.