I’m not even 30 and it feels like my time is up.

I can feel my body decay out from under me. Feel my brain giving up on happy.

I’m not even 30.

The human body is living hell. So much maintenance only to still break down, and I’m one of the luckier ones!

My only genetic quirks are autism and diabetes, I’ve not been getting worked to death as much as most are under capitalism, hell, I’m living some folks’ fucking heaven!

And here I am, crying, because I can feel how the human body, my human body, was never meant to last.

I’m not even thirty.