I have just spent the day and night from hell, alone, unable to sleep or eat, feeling sick, NO ONE was there for me, Ezra spent all our (my) remaining money on himself for his birthday so I don’t even have money for tobacco. He fucked off to his friend’s to ‘celebrate’, my God, yeah, why not celebrate the needless suffering you inflicted on a defenceless creature, oh go right ahead and be my guest.
Nembutal does not provide a peaceful painless death for ME. If it did trust me I would be long gone. Don’t get caught up in the hype kids!!!
Nor can I call an ambulance and go to hospital because it is full of sick people and I will likely emerge sicker than I went in. My ‘illness’ is not caused by virus, bacteria or being a bit overweight. It is caused by the malevolent forces in this universe that really have it in for me and anyone who tries to do the right thing.
How am I even rewarded for my lengthy labours on this blog? By having about an average of three readers a day. Worldwide that is. Fan fucking tastic. Way to make me feel like I don’t freaking exist, world.
They say if you can’t think of something nice to say, don’t say nothing. So that’s all folks.