I give up yet again
I have to give up on another project. This time it's Frank the Fruit Fly. I can't get the health timer to work correctly. So I'm done. I've had it. Working on it any further will not be fruitful because my computer is being a stupid jerk.
My dog is dying. She won't eat very much. It's a slow and painful death apparently. If I ever get the chance to die, I'd like a fast death with very little suffering. Or a lot. I don't care. What is more suffering? Just as long as I get to die at the end. When my sister gets back to work, I'll have to figure out how to get the pill down her throat. She knows the trick and can do it quite easily. I can't.
I really just don't care about anything any more. I don't feel so good. And I'm pooping out blood again. Yippee. So lots of suffering for me. Guess what, though? I don't care. I've suffered so much I've become immune. Numb to life's pain. All life is is just pain. I hate pain. You do the math.
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