I'd rather die than be with you again..........................................................

22/06/2026. As I tried to get out from a narrow path in the countryside, my trousers got caught in a piece of metal someone had discarded. I had to use great force to free myself without damaging my trousers too much... and once freed, I felt my legs so weak I nearly fell on the ground.
For fucks' sake, I'm sick and tired of waiting for the medications to work!
This time last week I was admitted to the hospital and my body is still weak and without stamina!
I want to be like before... will I ever be energetic and happy before this fucking disease decided to ruin my life?

At this point, a bullet to my head would be very much welcome...

sorry for assuming, please accept a goddamn bullet to your head as a apology from me.

No, you imbecile. I nearly died because of a neglected Graves' disease. It's an illness that affects the thyroid, but you're so stupid that I bet you don't even know what the thyroid is.
Gawd, I've slept all afternoon!!!

More about my story --> https://rogerblog.straw.page/thyroid

why are you dying? do you have AIDs?

19/06/2026. I'm currently sleeping around 12 hours a day.
Beta-blocker and PTU are preventing my death, but I feel dead already.

That's not a nice thing to say.
I was 12 ffs! You're sick in the head.
No wonder nobody wants you here hahaha

you're a faggot hahaha. die queer. i wish the man who raped you killed you as a child. fuckin' gay.

Wie ein Feuer
Verbrennst du die Vergangenheit
Wie ein Sturm
Kämpfst du dich durch die Dunkelheit 
Es kommt die Zeit
In der sich alles ändern kann
Glaub daran
Dass du wieder fliegen kannst