Life will never be easy.

Life will never be predictable.

It will always throw shit at me.

It will always remind me that I'm alone.

Wrong.

I have him.

But I don't want him.

Life will always hand me to him.

I have no life.

He doesn't give me life.

There are times when I tell him to feed me.

He'll gladly go grab food and water.

Because otherwise he won't have his pet anymore.

So I have to remind him.

Don't get me wrong though.

I'd rather die.

But more pain is not worth it.

The pain of hunger is constant.

When he does feed me, it's leftover scraps of what he recently ate.

There are usually only crumbs.

I used to despise it.

Throw it up.

But I can't anymore.

I wish I could.

But how else will I survive?

He'll sometimes yell at me when I stink.

Because I'm sitting in my own filth.

I haven't left this chair.

So I've been forced to go in it.

He can't stand the stench.

He'll call me disgusting.
Filthy.

So he'll fill a bucket full of ice water and dump it over me.

He'll gently rub soap over my body.

Making sure to get under my wilted clothes.

And repeat multiple times till I smell better.

I hate it.

The water makes me always shiver uncontrollably.

My muscles always ache for warmness that I never receive.

All of it is constant pain.

That will never end.

I'm always starving.

I'm always thirsty.

I'm always freezing.

I feel everything.

And nothing.

At the same time.

I know I'm sick.

I know I'm dying.

And I couldn't be happier.

Because one day I'll be free.

It's the worst way to go.

But it's worth it.

★★★★

I apologize for the short chapter.
But I'm hurrying things up.
I just got done with registration for college!! EEE! YO GIRL is a freshy once again.
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