Thanks for the good wishes but life has been uncoupling from me for the past thirty years. It's just to complex to explain why, but I was born under 25% lucky and 75% shitty star. Now that I have crossed into my forties everything has gone to shit. My family has proven time and time again that I am shit. Yes. they will feed me, or do things, but none of those that will actually help me. For others like you, I can't have any beef. You are trying, but it's not working my friend. You and I can talk until I expire and nothing will change. I surrendered my life to wrong people, and they destroyed this body. I wish I have signed Do Not Resuscitate orders back in February of 2022 so they would let me die instead of beating me back into life and after that medical community pretty much fucked me over and over again. Even the last message from my doctor is that it is not them but me. Same thing when I speak to my psychologist, she makes a face, because she is part of that community and i have researched so many things in the past three years, medical journals, trials and other things related to medications and conditions I have been into. If I had strength, I would literally dig my own grave out of spite just to say to all of them "here, you don't even have to do this for me. the only thing for you to do is push me in there". But nobody would care in that case either. So, I can wait for a moment, to be biologically done again and do not call ER/ EMTs and let myself go to the other side. Fuck this planet and fuck this world. This site is filled with stories of suffering, and a lot of that suffering is manmade, be it of our own accord or mostly from others. We live in hell.
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