I'm truly sorry for where you are right now, my dear. There's nothing worse than feeling like your body's giving up on you. But what courage and strength and just fucking grit to not take that lying down, and persevere. I know that doesn't change the pain an ounce, but it's also worth not overlooking, you know.

Why is friendship impossible? Is it because, presumably, activities, concerns, and so much of life is in different stages? I'm genuinely curious.

Wisdom and pithy, salty advice. Things to aspire to, for me. So perhaps congratulations are in order. I don't believe age is a guarantee for either of these, so you must've done some things right.

Perhaps twenty years too young, but from one aspiring to someday salt, I'd love to stop by. <3