Rtoh

Damn, look at me. Oh, wait—wrong genre. Sorry my bad.

Damn, read my thoughts. Aren't I a great storyteller?

…Yeah, no. This sucks. Everything sucks. I'm so tired of thinking about my past for the billionth time.

Ohhh this happened to me

Ohhh that happened to me

So now i am a cold guy who haven't talked to man with same age in ages. Brain slower than a snail.

Women—aren't I a attention seeker, even in my own imaginary stories.

Well mother's i will like to announce that i got

Nothing

Yeah. Nothing. Life of mine is boring.

What time is it?

Ahh wh.. why i care.

Everything hurts. Body feels like I've been hit by a truck, then reverse-ran over just to make sure. Head's boiling, arms are useless, legs feel like they don't exist.

Feavrcodwatnosyton sucks.

Woooo, let's go—I just created a name for this abomination of an illness. The combination of feaver, tonsillitis, common cold, waterynose.

Clap clap clap clap clap

We here by present the destroyer of the word's

Non other thaaaaannnnn....

paaaraaassstaaaapppp

Clap clap clap flap clap clap

Thank you thank, It's just my thing you know[Destroyer of the word's]

Lzycbllstpwstfle

Ah ah? Its a name for a guy who is a lazy cornball stupid waste of life____

Wooo we love you prostp....

Clap clap clap clap

Thank you thank you my mental brains

Aaaa_____

Prostp prostp prost prost prostp prostp

You are the greatest

Humff heheahaaaaaheeeee

Shit the snot just went down my throat like a tidal wave. Regret. Disgusted. Feels like I just swallowed a chunk of slime dippedon water sauce.

Can't even swallow properly without feeling like my tonsils are being shredded by broken glass. Great. Amazing. Aaeeee La_aavvv theeeisss.

Should sleep?. Need sleep?. No can't relax, my nose floods again. Lying on my back? Instantly turns into a snot factory. Lying on my side? Just makes one nostril suffer instead of both.

Breathe through my mouth? Yeah, right. The second I do, my throat turns into a desert. Dry, scratchy, painful. Feels like I've been swallowing sandpaper.

This is actual torture.

Why is the human body like this? Shouldn't it have evolved better ways to handle sickness? What's the point of snot anyway? It's not helping. It's just there, ruining my life.

No sleep. No comfort. No escape.

Phone. Maybe that'll help.

14% battery. Charger's right next to my bed. Two inches away. Feels like two miles.

Do I even have the energy to move my arm?

…

No.

I scroll anyway. Might as well.

Social media? Nope. Last thing I need is to see people enjoying their day while I'm here, dying.

YouTube. Something mindless. Something easy.

"10 Hours of Rain Sounds for Sleeping." As if.

"World's Most Painful Diseases – Ranked." Nope, don't need that anxiety.

"How To Fix Your Life In 10 Simple Steps."

Yeah, I'll save that for later. (I won't.)

"Top 5 Ways to Be More Productive."

Pass.

"Top 100 facts." Okay, sure. A video about some weird fact I'll forget in five minutes. Alright, sure.

(1000000000000 picoseconds laytaer.)

Alright, now I know:

Tomatoes aren't vegetables.

Water might not be wet.

Bananas are berries.

The ocean is deep as hell.

Octopuses are basically aliens.

Already seen most of these. Still watching with my oculus uterque. Listening with my hole's. Don't even care. Just need something playing in the background so my brain doesn't focus on how miserable I feel.

Phone buzz. A message?

…

No. Low battery warning. 5%.

Charger's right there. Still too far. Screw it. If my phone dies, it dies.

(Checks notifications.)

Zero messages.

Nice. Not even a scam email offering me a "limited-time deal" on something I don't need. Even the bots have given up hope on me.

Try sleep adjusting the blanket. Too hot. Kick it off. Instantly freezing. Pull it back up. Boiling again.

There's no winning.

Every position sucks. Can't lie down, can't sit up, can't turn over without something feeling worse.

This is actual suffering.

What do people even do when they're this sick? Just sit here and accept it? Just exist in misery until it goes away?

How did medieval people deal with this? No medicine, no tissues, no phone, just lying there, waiting to die. Must've been hell.

At least I don't have leeches on my face. Small victories.

…

Merain do it

Merain

[Lauch for oculus uterque shutters initiate.]

Fake sleep. Maybe my body will get tricked into actually passing out.

…

…

Yeah not happening. Still wide awake. Still suffering.

Sniff.

Oooowaaahh

Worst mistake of my life. Immediate regret. Tonsils are screaming. Swallowing makes it worse. Now I'm coughing. That makes it even worse. Everything hurts.

This day is a complete waste.

Can't sleep. Can't eat. Can't talk. Can't do anything.

Nothing to do but exist.

Maybe tomorrow will be better.

I wonder what it would be like to be one of those people who wakes up at 6 AM, works out, eats something that isn't dust particles, does something productive.

A thought that will lasts about three seconds before I shake it off. Not today. Maybe tomorrow.

(Definitely not tomorrow.)

Games? Meh. Nothing new.

YouTube? Already watched all the interesting stuff.

Merain

[turn on ragdoll physics]

[...Ragdoll doll physics tured on]

My beloved bed here i come...

Aaaahh if heaven exist's this is it. Aaohh

Get upp. Woahh it feels like i am drunk[Alcoholic, What is that word never heard of it]

Um um ummm ha ha ha la laaaaa laaa

Hello? Who is that?

Merain[You my dude]

I don't sound that bad

[you do]

___ Ohh i do, i admit ittttt.. but it was all due to my past trauma i was a good singer back then.

Merain[aaawwww look at my little choco baby did the parma haaurt uuu]

Aahh saataap__ come on you are the only one that i have well not exactly.

Merain

[Aaouuu i sense a follower of cornball philosophical way of life]

[Are you gonna say it or do i say it]

-_-....

Merain

[Cinematic filter on][Do it !__-_-__!]

No

[Do it]

No

[Do it]

No

[Do it my lovely lord][my beautiful handsome lord][For the garndfinale of this chapter of your life]

(:

Aaraahaumm... if you insist so.

"Life is built on trust. Whether we realize it or not, every step we take is an act of faith. We trust our instincts, hoping our choices lead us toward something good rather than something ruinous. We extend our hands to strangers, calling them friends. We are born into families we never chose, yet we call them our own. Without question, without hesitation, we place our lives in the hands of the unknown.

Life itself is like walking through an endless void, guided only by a single, faintly glowing path. Where does it lead? No one truly knows. But we walk it anyway, driven by the hope that at the end of it, something—anything—will be waiting for us. Some find what they seek. Others wander aimlessly, only to realize they were lost from the very beginning. That is the way things are.

But even in this lonely journey, even when all else fades, one thing remains constant. One thing never leaves my or everyone's side. It is the only certainty in this uncertain existence, the only truth that never wavers.

Death.

End of all thing's.The silent companion that follows us all. The final destination of every path. No matter how far we walk, no matter how much we gain or lose, in the end, death waits patiently. And in that certainty... there is a strange kind of comfort....."