like that old joke, with low blood pressure you can live forever, if you call that living
i am absolutely unsatisfied with this spinning in your own flesh, tired, suffocating life. disease that doesn't crawl around you but rests, spreading in the slowest of ways, a suicide on the highway of your bloodstream, disrupting everything. too weak and exhausted to sleep, to work, to read a goddamn book or pay attention to a tv show. spinning uncomfortably in my chair for hours, staring at the television i am too dizzy to keep up with.