One that wouldn’t

What makes a good neighbor?

Go into your apartment when you weren’t there.

One that keeps to themselves and minds their own business.

One that will be honest and say they’ve known you your whole life, even if it jeopardizes some of their bullshit usery.

One that wouldn’t use you for their personal gain and aggrandization.

One that encourages you to listen to your children.

One who’d let you die in peace, because we’re all going to die.

One that wouldn’t play games, but actually be genuine when favors were offered.

If anyone is reading… I am ready to die now. The medical system is just trying to cover its tracks… I have proof in my voice-mail…yet no reason to bother.

I’m unfuckable in my homeland and impotent anyway because the tumors are making me numb… a nun for Halloween is just too macabre.

My work should play Virtual Golf for Halloween… I’d play as a man called Larry Stevenson

It’s impressive that everyone was paid to be kind to me, that I never had a real genuine friend in my life.

They won’t make better cancer drugs out of me. I’m so tired of being poked, prodded, chemically castrated… just thought of as less than nothing by almost everyone,  worst of all my own mother.

A woman whom I gave many chances towards relationship restoration… but one who couldn’t move past the past and nostalgia to actually help.

I really do hope to die tonight… and if I do…it’s not a tragedy. It’s liberation.