It would be with a heavy heart (if I still had one) that I must announce, that I have died. The person I was for 57 years, 5 months and 2 days has expired. He no longer exists. Hopeless Romantic, Optimist, Humorist, Friend, all gone.
I would like to recognize the select group of women that I have loved in my life time. Your collective callous cruelty, inexplicable selfishness, black, tainted souls, ruthless rejection, appalling rudeness, lack of appreciation, and monumental absence of common decency, has made the days of my existence a never-ending siege of despair, and now has officially delivered the deathblow completely killing the person I was. All remnants of faith, belief and hope have been snuffed out. Never again will I have the ability to believe in another person, and certainly not in myself and my obviously impaired judgment.