SomeThingsOutThere
I am a living failure. My body is no longer my own, as the living ship of Theseus: I have undergone 13 organ transplants and 9 skin grafts. I have been many other things than a failure. A doctor of many professions, a surgeon of many classes, newly a forensic pathologist. But through it all, I remain empty and undeserving. Everyone has left me. I will not die yet, that would be an insult to the 23 people I am now, and the two others in my head. But I will not be here. I loved our short time together. Our few years. It was fun. Dimentio, my closest friend, I wish you luck in your studies. HotRose, I'm sorry for not being enough. CookieCat, thank you for the cats. BatOwl, good luck on those theories. And to everyone else here, thank you for your support, for the laughs. And I'm sorry for failing to deliver on my promises, so long ago. I came here to put ideas to paper, and I have failed you all in more ways than just that. Goodbye.
ComfortingCookieCat
@SomeThingsOutThere, My heart goes out for you. Despite all this time, thank you for remembering me. Though it was temporary, I'm glad that those cats could, even slightly, ease the burden which you carry. I admit, I never truly believed in God, but I'll be praying for you wherever you are now. Just in case you get hungry.
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