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dealt a hand, gotta play it
my name: _________
age: TBC
D.O.B. 11-13-1990
of course as if it wouldn't sound cheap by saying, "if you are reading this then I am already dead." but I'm not, yet. i have had a great life, if you can fit the pieces around how self destructive i have been. perhaps someday, someone will. but for now, i would like to guess at how much time my body has before i finally 'not wake up.' anytime from now to an absolute maximum of about 3-4 years. so i, as anyone would do before they die, look up to the heavens(or down as it more probably is) and try to at the very least have an explanation for everything in my life. as if that could put all my action and inaction to rest in a final moment, but here i lay typing, staying up at night for fear of my own life when there is so much yet to do for what's left of what i can do. we all eventually go i guess. but an unattended stomache ulcer ate my everything below the throat... it's not like i had much of a chance after losing blood flow to my brain from a soccer accident at age 8-9, i can't remember. snapped my arteries from whiplashing as my back hit the ground from a sprinting spartan kick, while i was running full sprint watching the sun in the west at 10 AM. well, i should apologize for being straight forward and blunt but that's what did me in. if you have any advice as to how to regrow from losing all autonomic internal organ life-support, please help. if not just let me go. but for those still listening, i have so much yet to say. i reached a point in life where i no longer strive for things that i do not want in life, i try at the things that matter, and i can artfully express potential with creativity and without opinion. not that that matters too much but it was a step by step, trial by error process that i never really had to many opportunities to practice. i am antisocial. always have been for fear of losing what i...
age: TBC
D.O.B. 11-13-1990
of course as if it wouldn't sound cheap by saying, "if you are reading this then I am already dead." but I'm not, yet. i have had a great life, if you can fit the pieces around how self destructive i have been. perhaps someday, someone will. but for now, i would like to guess at how much time my body has before i finally 'not wake up.' anytime from now to an absolute maximum of about 3-4 years. so i, as anyone would do before they die, look up to the heavens(or down as it more probably is) and try to at the very least have an explanation for everything in my life. as if that could put all my action and inaction to rest in a final moment, but here i lay typing, staying up at night for fear of my own life when there is so much yet to do for what's left of what i can do. we all eventually go i guess. but an unattended stomache ulcer ate my everything below the throat... it's not like i had much of a chance after losing blood flow to my brain from a soccer accident at age 8-9, i can't remember. snapped my arteries from whiplashing as my back hit the ground from a sprinting spartan kick, while i was running full sprint watching the sun in the west at 10 AM. well, i should apologize for being straight forward and blunt but that's what did me in. if you have any advice as to how to regrow from losing all autonomic internal organ life-support, please help. if not just let me go. but for those still listening, i have so much yet to say. i reached a point in life where i no longer strive for things that i do not want in life, i try at the things that matter, and i can artfully express potential with creativity and without opinion. not that that matters too much but it was a step by step, trial by error process that i never really had to many opportunities to practice. i am antisocial. always have been for fear of losing what i...
