We Aren’t All Built To Survive

There once was a lonely, lonely son. He only wanted to make his parents proud – but he didn’t know how. 22 years of blue ribbons, gold medals, and A+ grades didn’t seem to do the trick.

A loser with so much potential, even he could see that. But we are all thrust into existence at no fault of our ow, and some of us just don’t make it. We aren’t all built to survive.

At least nobody else will have to endure this torture; he has made no genetic heirs. His hardware seems to be intact and operational, but his software seems to get rather fucky quite frequently.

But he’s not special, there are many lonely, lonely sons.