Dear Sandra,

Thank you so much for your letter. It was very moving to read you after all these years. It took me a while to get back to you. I apologize. I’m terrible at opening my mail. I’m even worse at putting a response on paper. In fact, my whole life is kind of a big disaster. Do you ever get tired of being? I’m so exhausted. I wake up tired in the morning. I feel lethargic all day. I usually have a burst of energy towards the night but that’s actually a curse because it tends to make me want to be active at a time where I should be winding down to go to sleep instead. It’s a nightmare. My eating habits are also all over the place. I’m struggling to lose weight, too: I give myself pretty tight constraints that I don’t respect as soon as the first sign of stress triggers all the alarms. It’s been a long journey to trim down the f–

Sorry, I’m boring myself talking about all this. What a shitshow. Congrats on your marriage. I hope you enjoyed your honeymoon in Venice.

Maybe our paths will cross one day.

But I doubt it.

I reached the end of the line.

Bye.