I went to open mic like I always do. waited, waited waited. and finally i went up to read my poetry. and hey guess what, I collapsed on the floor. Turns out (these are the doctor’s words) “You need to eat food, without food you’ll die. here have a carrot.” like dude wtf i’m not eating a carrot, I don’t like carrots. bye. sigh being in the hospital is quite fun. I’m just glad I have my phone so I can get on this site. otherwise I would try jumping out the convieniently placed window by the bed. And of course the nurse got all in my face about my scars and started yelling when I told her to leave “don’t you dare back talk me! we just saved your life and you should be glad!” yeah you saved my life, now i’m pissed at you, goodbye. anyways, I’m stuck here overnight and tomorrow I might get to go home but I don’t want to. I like hospitals they intrigue me, they’re full of dying and sick people. later if they let me get up i’m going to the cancer level of the hospital. Maybe the people there can give me some hope.
anyways, good day my SP friends.
Sincerely, being fed through a fucking tube.
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Good luck.
Man, you’re to strange to die. Go find those cancer people! Talk to em! Maybe you’ll become one of them, and know what it’s like to be free. Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.