I was wondering why every single story about near death experiences always talks about how they saw grannie in the sky and got told that they still had more to do on earth, and why mine wasnt like that.
It consisted of waking up in the hospital and being neglected to a comical degree, that they didnt even give me food or water for days, overdosing me on acedominophin, not even putting air in my air mattress and threw me to a literal curbside along with a bunch of other shit, and then immediately went back to life being abused for the problems I suddenly had thrown into my life.
Every time I go looking into the media about NDEs they always talk about having a renewed zest for life, when in my experiance it makes you value your life a lot less. Why should I care when Im already a dead man walking and should have been put in the ground months ago? Im doing better by myself, reading more, etc... but I care a LOT less about if I die and would happily enter a losing fight that I know would kill me.
Then I realized that the reason my story doesn't get published, is because grannie telling you that you have more to do is a very comforting idea. No one wants to hear about some tranny fuck who dragged theirself out of the grave with minimal to no help from anyone and doesnt care if they live or die anymore because of it.

>>40476999
lalalalalallala
i'm unemplyed and enjoying my're life !

>>716198570
>150 hours
>80 hours in
what the fuck were you doing?