With great satisfaction

Dear FutureMe, Happy May Day. I just rearranged the spare room-Spare Un(lol)- and tinkered with my email...I found three emails from the past. Thought I'd send you another, but right now I'm lacking for words. So I'd like to share with you what the last one said: "Have hope, my love- for tomorrow may just be the day you discover your destiny." Josh is whining to you. I don't know why we can't pity people that ask for it. But he's so angry. Sometimes you just want to say, "SHUT UP, you damned PK!" He thinks that since you lust for him, it means something. It means I'm horny, idiot. You know what Jen told us? "You never show your whole self to anyone. You're too picky about men, you won't let anyone in. You discover one flaw and you toss them aside because you can't stand it." She said it was since Ryan I've done that. I laughed it off, but it was true. She's right. No matter how much I try, it is. Love begotten, love forgotten, love left in deepest lows- let me be the love forgotten, if only to have it shown. Made that one up on the fly, baby. Came to me. Write that down, because I'm not going to. You've been considering your poetry. It isn't all bad. Actually, it's rather okay. It flows to you like writing does, but takes less time. It's like writing riddles with a plot, and it's fun. Jen is right. I never show anyone my whole self. Maybe I don't even know my whole self? Regardless, happy May day, my darling. Be confident that several of your friends think you're mysterious, and you like it. You are vincent. Use the dirge of cerebrus, darling. It's yours to the end.