I need to wake up, I need to stand, move, and run with my foot bolted to the accelerator until the day I cease to breathe. I need to abandon my addiction to lethargy and laying in my own filth. A life in stasis is a life wasted. So far, ive wasted my life. Our time is finite. Our time is prescious and worthy of respect. If any "being" capable of resurrecting there life to a life worth living, fails to do so, and fails repeatedly, they've failed the law of the jungle, they've failed natural selection. If this continues, theres a simple conclusion. I deserve to die.