Ah Gypsy, I see that time has not been kind to you; the way of life has taken hold and thus, you wander out of our grasp. The sadness of such a thing is almost painful, like a driving nail into the soul of our hearts; but worry not, for nobody shall hate you; it is but the course of things, the flow of fate. So worry not.. and come back to the path you haven trodden so earnestly.

But perhaps such words are spoken in vain; I am sorry, Gypsy, for the fact your road may take you elsewhere. For even though we haven't partaken in each other's selves, you have still the best of wishes floating to you on the night of the moon. So worry not; for all shall come to you, and all shall be fine; for your happiness, your goals, are the best of things that can be wished, for the sincerity of the flawed human race is it's peaks.

Tl;dr - Good luck, have fun, and do your best! Even though I dunno you.