Constipation
It would be very sad if my body kills me today. I mean, really, if I have to die soon, I wish it wasn't today, today that I finally think I'm doing what really makes me happy. I've been feeling a very heavy stomach for perhaps a month when I get up, two weeks eating too much and half of it without emptying my intestines. Maybe I haven't worked out in a year. When happiness suddenly comes to me, as it does today, or, better said, when I finally manage to be happy, it turns out that my body gets in the way, and that all the chronic illnesses I know are looking at me patients so that I stop playing with "little things" - because of course, being mine, the devaluations- psychopathological and I get hurt with things that hurt, for example, when I take a shit.
My body's afflictions remind me that I have one and that without thinking about it I would get rid of it if I didn't have to die in the process. That's already a progress in my health, and that's why I'm writing it in this blog, because with the strength I've never had until now I can say that I DON' T WANT TO DIE, saying, however, that this only applies to my mind, which is the thing of me that I care about. My body can pick out any of your favorite parts and fuck around at ease. I'm just asking you to leave me alone.
