This rant was hidden by you.
A
Three years. Two thousand bucks. Doctors, banding, “treatments.” Still can’t take one decent shit without fire ripping through my ass. Six trips to the bathroom just to empty out. Hours of burning, itching, pain. Dinner out turns into hell because the second I eat, I’ve gotta shit again. Alcohol? Gone. Comfort? Gone. My entire life is chained to my asshole and I’m so fucking tired of it.
Log In
to leave a comment.
Loading comments...