There's a million tons of ppl fatter than my dad, but why does he have to go through all this shit? 100% blockage on 2 vessels, and 80+% on the other two leading to the heart ain't a bright picture to paint. What if it wasn't discovered and he continues his eating habits? I didn't know something like slicing up your thigh to remove vessels to replace the blocked ones would happen to ppl close to me, again. The world's so... unfair.

Maybe i'm just hard to talk to.. Maybe i'm harder to understand. Maybe it's just weird i don't confide to anyone who are(not seems) close to me. I know it sounds harsh, but there's no obligations to report, or to answer to. There's always a time for book-sharing, and silent reading. I appreciates those who knows i like to silent-read, but tt doesn't mean i don't share my book with others. My book's probably too full of crap and sad stories to entertain anyway. Yea, there's probably some few people out there on the floor who cares to listen to any crap i will say, but i just never could sit on the chair and illustrate my big book to u'all. Maybe it's just me, but try and believe me?
Maybe someday, its me at the library with my big book with lots of ppl coming to listen to my happy stories? It just haven happen yet.