So my aunt has been in hospice care my parents house for about two months now.
Shes had off and on bouts with colon cancer.
It came back and has spread everywhere.
I visit my parents quite a bit, and of course over the last couple of months I've been visiting my aunt when I could.
Well, shes not even responsive anymore.
Just laying there with a morphone drip - rattly lungs.
Wont be long now.
But... she hasnt been able to crap for some time, or eat. Then she couldnt drink.
A skeleton of her former self.
Enough already.
Just let her pass.
I am so f**k mad right now.
Just... RAGE!
Its not really that shes dying. It's how shes dying.
All i feel is RAGE, at the entire world.
Every little annoyance that has ever happened over the past couple of months, every little set back, every slap in the face by life, every selfish act or comment... all brought to the surface to a nice boiling RAGE.
So much rage that I feel like I could start shooting people in the head and not even blink an eye.
I could crush every bone in Capt. Scotts body and smile while I did it.
This is not the first time Ive had to witness this way of dying - but this time - there just this BOILING RAGE, and I've had enough of this worlds sh*t!

Shes had off and on bouts with colon cancer.
It came back and has spread everywhere.
I visit my parents quite a bit, and of course over the last couple of months I've been visiting my aunt when I could.
Well, shes not even responsive anymore.
Just laying there with a morphone drip - rattly lungs.
Wont be long now.
But... she hasnt been able to crap for some time, or eat. Then she couldnt drink.
A skeleton of her former self.
Enough already.
Just let her pass.
I am so f**k mad right now.
Just... RAGE!
Its not really that shes dying. It's how shes dying.
All i feel is RAGE, at the entire world.
Every little annoyance that has ever happened over the past couple of months, every little set back, every slap in the face by life, every selfish act or comment... all brought to the surface to a nice boiling RAGE.
So much rage that I feel like I could start shooting people in the head and not even blink an eye.
I could crush every bone in Capt. Scotts body and smile while I did it.
This is not the first time Ive had to witness this way of dying - but this time - there just this BOILING RAGE, and I've had enough of this worlds sh*t!

