What next?

I have come to loathe whatever it is in the world that makes people get sick. Old age? A weakness of the system? Too many Krispy Kreme donuts? I don't know, but I hate it. And I want it to die in a way too obscene to put into words.

Seriously, this is the way people need to pass away: they age and age and age, and then one night, they go to bed, and they have a lovely dream from which they never wake up. Just like that. None of this, they age and age and age and then begin to forget everything, and then literally forget everything, including how to eat and breathe, and then waste away lying in a bed staring at the ceiling until one day the pauses between breaths get longer and longer until they just run together, and then there's no more anything. That's bullshit.

And no alien THINGS growing where they shouldn't be growing and making the things that are supposed to be there malfunction.

Nobody should ever get sick, and nobody should ever die. Or at least, nobody in MY family should ever get sick or die. Because both events suck, and I don't want to think about them even though they stare me in the face and poke at my chest and yell, "HEY! PAY ATTENTION TO MEEE!" If I don't think about it, it isn't real. That's how it works.