Every time I see food, I don't know what to feel anymore; I feel my uterus rotting along with the meat, the mold becoming one thing inside me. Everything hurts, and I hope to get a penis instead of another uterus. My uterus is rotting, I urinate blood, I bleed and it's just satisfying, every time when people around me I always think "do they know I'm rotting? Do they know that the meat is a rot mess inside me?" And I only hope with all my heart that someone would notice my pain, but I did this to myself. So why cry over something I did? I'm going to die anyway. Alone and rotting physically and mentally. Anyway! Hornk hornk!!! :•))
>>13276581that's so smart of you to die. you're smart!!!
you have found yourself placed in thelemon line.just one of the many benefits of living in a country with"the finest healthcare system in the world".it's technically a democide functioning as a form of planned obsolescence.which is why we need the immigrants so as to avoid the appearance of ghost towns.eventually someone will lash out.http://www.whale.to/b/crow.htmlYour fortune: Average Luck
There is many in joy in life but you just had to chose this idiotic action. Go to the hospital and live.Your fortune: Outlook good
>>13276581poor jester chan
>>13276611dubshttps://patient-safety.com/misdiagnosis/Your fortune: Average Luck
