Note to Self; 8m

 Waiting on lunch. It's a wee-bit late. I'm about to do this crap. This stretch & this sanitization will be immaculately healthy. I mean, yeah, talk about my perks, well, I have one flaw. Disease in early life. That's the more appropriate diagnosis. If you're getting sick in early life, it's from some kind of disease. (Nonsexual, transmittable, or venereal). That shit is the worst. But that's the one thing that I lack. I have everything else, even to the extent of it being much more than other's or them, themselves. 

But yeah, my immaculate health is something to be proud of. I am very healthy anymore. I have the medicine cabinet, for example. People aren't learning from the lessons of my treatment, enough! That was the medicinal-cabinet. Pain, Relapse, Symptomatic-Psychosis, Depression, Insomnia, & PTSD. I was able to resolve all of that by my pinpoint precision accurate treatments that I oftentimes suggested & also consented to (in some way). I talk about these things. I try not to, though, quite frankly. These are bloody-ill conservations to have. For example, you get pain early in life, & you die in your 30s. Pain kills you, you have to seek treatment. It gives you heart disease from all of the stress your body is under.