Brain Dead and Loving It

Kendall is dying.

So I am too.
Spending the morning going nowhere hard with my ex reminds me that me dying is good. The me that thought that he and the whole life I was performing was the best I could hope for is dying.
The change away from this is sometimes freeing but sometimes thick with dread and grief. I think it is worse after sitting across the table with stoned breathing evidence of how much I hated myself. I feel like all the bones in my body have changed to hot wet cement. It seems like too much to comprehend, let along resolve and fix.

Kendall is dying like this: ICP (inter-cranial pressure) is forcing her brain into her brainstem.

So her body will be alive.

Only her brain will be dead.