He who hesitates is lost.

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So what if I am? So what if a problem is what I have? So what if I am a disappointment? So what if I'm plastic? So what if nothing ever lasts? So what if I vomit 15 times into a metal trash can with a plastic bag? So what if I can't get comfortable in my own bed? So what if I took 8 steaming hot baths over the course of 4 hours trying to get some relief. So what if I had to shove medicine up my ass to fall asleep? So what if they expected me to show up and I never did? So what if I caught a tiny little bug off an unwashed dish? So what if the fairy tale ends when the rest of the pages are torn out of the book and used to smoke soot? So what if I still ache like an old man who can't buy himself comfort? So what if it is/isn't/was/wasn't/will be/won't be my fault? So what? Go home and eat your greasy prossessed fa(s)t food, watch your greasy processed, pre-fabricated network s(h)itcoms, and laugh at your greasy processed carcass choking on plugs of dead beef sticking in your greasy processed throat before you pass out on your puke-stained rug. All my love.