My breakdowns are over! No, wait.
Full disclosure here, writing about myself is the equivalent of preparing a picnic basket full of shit sandwiches and consuming them all without a beverage. You can't make chicken salad out of chicken shit no matter how much mayo you add. That's all. Be well, do well, Scarpoe
Once you are drenched, who cares if it rains.
Outer riches with inner poverty was one hell of a learning experience. Don't let money fool you. Do good things when you have (click -- $$) it.
If you have to try to fit in, you are in the wrong place.