Suffocating in Reality

I've managed to escape the bonds of family life. I'm 34 now. It's been years since I've been with a woman. That doesn't bother me. What bothers me is the expectations of a single person. I deal with medical shit I would need a lawyer to explain it to me. My whole life is figuring out what the hell I'm supposed to do with my existence. After a bone marrow transplant, a mitral valve replacement, and a heart transplant. What the fuck is there left for me? 

Am I supposed to get the story out?

I've been writing about it in this blog.

You should already know the SHIT that I've been through. So it seems it ends here.  There is nothing left to conquer. 

Life is pain. 

Death is release.