She wants to die because she has no quality of life. no

The Costco trip did not go well.

It is impossible to write. My words are not my own anymore (has to do with putting down internal dialogue).

IN an aisle at the store, I yelled at the brain hackers. x. And jerked around the basket.

I looked like a fucking schizophrenic.

The "hackers" told me that my grandmother saw me lose my temper, although I'm on the fence whether I believe them.

they say I have only about a week to live.

I spend my time doing this. writing. listening to music. what else is there? 0.

"Something will happen, I can feel it."