And another one gone, and another one gone, another one bites the dust.

I am only 44! Stop dying, friends. Stop it. And this time an OD on purpose. Suicide. You know what this bitch thinks about that. Pisses me off yep I just heard from my friend. She’s gone. I am sorry my friends, I get angry with you when you kill yourself.

I have multiple sclerosis. Life is hard. All it does is get harder. I’d love to walk, I’d love to feed myself, I’d love to write my name, but you know what it’s not going to happen, I adapt. I don’t fucking kill myself. I’m sorry I’m just a little pissed off. This blog isn’t going the way I thought it would bury the it’s not inspirational at all is it? Well if you’re reading this don’t kill yourself. There you go there’s some inspiration.

I just have no use for this when I hear this. You get one life. Why would you shorten it?

So yes Another One Bites the dust. At 44! Do you know how many friends I’ve lost? Drugs, suicide, on accident, murder, yeah that one was fun. And he was only 23. Since then I’ve lost more friends than I can count.

You’re only supposed to lose this many people when you’re old. I’m only middle-aged. What the fuck is so bad with your life that you have to kill yourself? At least pick up the phone and call me first please