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Name: Steven
Occupation: on missile command
Education: some college

“What time is it?”

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The ever-exciting way of the Death Nest

Whenever people talk to me, I wonder what they mean because I don’t understand them. I re-phrase their words to make sense. If someone says, for example, the following lines:

Without taxes, we are defeat.

I might rephrase that to make sense. Hell, that actually says it’s already a rephrasing. I wrote it, after all. I can never predict what people are going to say.

A Death Nest is where families hide to die. Any disturbing of a death nest will only accelerate the coming deaths. Most likely, a Death Nest is created through the sheer negativity of a paternal family member. But you never know. I hate to bash someone who still has spirit, but after living in this Death Nest, I’m confused. Do I cause a commotion, accelerating the deaths of those I’m closest to? Or do I freeze–waiting for my own death–and passing without a sound?

That’s just it. There isn’t much left of me

images_019I’m a sad man. That’s not to say I’m not doing well, but I’m not, either. Without my health or a college education, my existence is a living hell. I’m addicted to alcohol and just dropped out of college. I may have left because of my addiction. Who is to say? I just know I’m out, and there’s a wide-open world to be explored.

At least I have my vaping e-cigarette. Smoking real cigarettes makes me incredibly guilty. My throat is a war-zone from all the drinking and smoking. I’ve hacked stuff and hurt myself so many times. It’s almost certain my life has been shaved down to be much shorter in the past few years I’ve been stuck in Broken Bow. The sheer stupidity of my plans to stay here is staggering. I’ve been given so much money which I blew on cigarettes and liquor throughout the year that I could have left three times over. All the money is gone. My health is gone.

I have to vent about my family. They’re the ones who did this to me. Part of the reason they don’t care about what shape I’m in is their plan for my dementia. They don’t believe late-life will be worth living for me, so they’re turning a blind eye while I’m ruining my chances of making it past sixty. When I think about it, my head gets dull from the stupidity. They’re just not smart people.

Whenever you live your life according to some authority which overrides your own core values, you’re stupid. For my family, that authority is any government organization they’re in contact with or any doctor that victimizes their situation.

Things are just all-around bad. I used to be much more motivated; even coming up with alternate plans to contradict my family’s weird tinkering with my life. I’d have these panic attacks (the ones I’ve all but buried with alcohol) and afterwards, make some meaning out of them. The anxiety helped with my behavior. The anxiety was so necessary. It’s just one of the many traits my family pounded out of me. My life is in shambles.