Health

I’m gonna give up smoking…and drinking…and drugging. I’m gonna live a healthier life. And not ’cause of some self-preservation new-age shit. I don’t care about my health. Fuck it. I’m always all about living my life, without thinking of the consequences. Live, love, drink, smoke, kiss, fuck. If I could fly, I’d do it. Fuck the consequences, fuck it, fuck it.

Recently, though, things have been weird in the family. And my fears regarding this “weirdness” is killing me. Let’s just say that I may be the only healthy person in the family (me and my godfriggin’ vices…how ironic), and some day I may be needed to donate some of my organs. No one’s asking me to do that, pero putangina wala akong pakialam. If I needed to be chopped into little pieces just to keep them alive, then let’s do it!

I need to be healthy. I really need to. I’m willing to donate my lungs, my kidneys, even my dark miserable heart if needed, just to give them longer lives. Kasi kung mawala man sila, I’m sure, iikli din naman ang buhay ko.