...since no one ever gives me news about having read them out east except parents and sister.

Its a downer of course but whatever: I was never popular, even talented. I have very little support apart from family.

I have stopped being suprised after 50 years of indifference from everyone at my illness and homelessness. One friend thought it was 'cool' that I had been homeless: this stupid woman never supported any of my artwork nor books though she is by now a super rich doctor of end of life. I thought she was a life long best friend. How little I knew her and her luke warm like of me.

There was no love from my friends to me as a youth. Just fun times. Not real support.