3 Screw it All.

Seriously, screw it. I give up. I can't move. My limbs are developing but they're extremely slow. In fact sometimes I feel like I get weaker. It's honestly kind of strange. Maybe I need more nourishment. Speaking of nourishment I seriously want some more food. I don't remember when was the last time my parents fed me but I don't think they fed me for a while now. Ah, screw it. Screw it, screw it, screw it. I can't even anymore. I literally can not even. Maybe if I die I will actually literally can not even? Hmm, now that's an interesting idea! Still thinking about how I literally can not even, I decide to go to sleep. Perhaps tomorrow I will be more able to 'even'.