Well...I'm still here.
Even though I don't know why.
Pay raise? Ha, ha, ha; you're fucking worthless. Get this copper coin from 1983. Fetch!
And the fear....it is subsiding into acceptance.
If there are no options left, what the fuck am I supposed to do?
Sure doc, get your wires on my brain. Fzzzzt.
Maybe I'll forget that I'm such a fucking loser.
Maybe I'll forget that I feel panic on crowds.
Maybe I'll forget why the FUCK have I chosen fucking Biology over Medicine.
So, go ahead, fry me. I don't care.
I've got shit for brains, anyways. A jolt of 100000000000000 volts may improve it.
I don't care.
All I've got is fucking nothing, and what do I have to lose, then?
Nothing at all.
Fry me.
I don't care.
