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- Jul 27, 2024
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I'm sitting here trying to work, but I can't concentrate because it feels like I'm on the verge of having uncontrollable diarrhea. And if I go to the bathroom, I can't go, and it just makes my intestines burn. There is no relief. Is this really my life now? I used to be healthy, and I was mostly miserable even then. Now I'm borderline incontinent, and I'm supposed to just accept it and live for decades in a state of permanent food poisoning? My body yearns for death. It punishes me for staying alive. If I was meant to be alive, I would be able to eat food without causing horrible pain and discomfort. Why am I still alive? Why do I continue to punish myself by eating and drinking, when my body resents life itself? I need to die, I fucking need to, I can't take this pain and there is no other way out. No cure, no relief, no joy, no love, no adventure, no hope. Just endless fucking pain until I die.