Last night was interesting. Between random chest pains and ER visits for the second time this year (or is that third?), I'm pretty much dead-set on never wanting to see a fucking hospital again. I'm 23 years old, my body should not be in this poor state. The doctors look at me with a look of indignation and disgust when they see my rap sheet... and it's no wonder. The fact I'm still here is nothing short of a miracle (or some other phenomenon, given I don't believe in miracles by-the-book). How? Why? Hmmm. It's a question I can't answer, and I'm not sure I ever will be able to.
All I know is, fuck hospitals.
All I know is, fuck hospitals.