Shot Down

Last night I dreamt that I got shot in the abdomen like four times and I was bleeding and dying and stuff, and no one would take me to the hospital or even call an ambulance for me.

All you guys were there and one by one you all refused to help me. You F***ers. It was really awful, your reasons were things like,

‘Oh, sorry I cant, I’m in the middle of doing nothing right now, otherwise I would, really, but it’s just that this pile of nothing is really important to me.’

Or

‘Nah, sorry, I cant, someone else will do it for you soon, you’ll be ok’

I only remembered this cause I read mtb and she talked about her dream, otherwise I would totally have never known how awful you all are.
  ¶ 9:53 AM