At the most fucking important and vulnerable time in my life, when I’m on my death bed, dying of a fucking brain disease, my family and friends, my closest allies, decided to be pissy pricks. Decided to be superficial hoes indulging in their flaws. They don’t rise to the occasion, they don’t come to the call, they don’t give a shit about me.

They don’t care.

They bicker. This post is proof.

The noise is them. Just listen to it.

It’s them.

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