Still here.

I suspected. The trap you were trying to escape. I can guess a hell of a lot more. Hell would be the word for it. A gilded cage for a bird born free.

I don't regret knowing because of what I feel, but because of the sadness I see in you.

I feel what I feel because... no.

I won't add to your pain. I'm fine, or close to it. I am still fighting on, tooth and claw.

I wished I could have one of those flashes that made you laugh, and bring some fresh air to the cell.

Give me time, and I'll manage that. There's plenty on your screen anyway.

Yes, I'm stupid. We concur.

How bitter not to be there... or you to be here. I'll still be waiting, of course. Saturdays, 7-9. Ask B., she can confirm.

99% of friends who want to help you want to shag you.

99% of those won't tell you until you're in a corner. Are they friends?

Another one for the Guinness's Book of Laughing Stocks, perhaps?

Another exception to the rule, and still counting...

I'm just sick of being an exception. There isn't anything exceptional about that.

And don't be surprised about the occasional appearance of my name on the screen (unless you tire). It's the only way I can say "I'm here for you", when words do not suffice.

It is now that the next +1 I will do makes any sense.

Call me when you want (or feel up to it), or are able at all...