I am good, thanks! How about you?
my life is draining away with each breath I take, and with each inhalation, my body gets weaker and weaker. sooner or later, I will become nothing but a corpse to feed the world as life continues on and on, slowly but surely forgetting my very existence. until I am nothing more but a nobody on a rotting planet we call our own until we make a grave mistake and erase all of humanity or our very father star that kept us alive from the very beginning of this hell-forsaken solar system has cannibalized his very own young for the hunger that will never end until his very demise from his own cannibalism, exploding in a fiery, yet beautiful display for all the dead and young star systems out there to remind them of their same exact demise. a never ending cycle until this vacuum of space finally rips and destroys everything it has created.
β>(In summary, Iβm cramping but I donβt exactly bleed since I was born with a subway sandwich :P)