Being nominally alive feels just barely tolerable enough to not do anything too radical about it normally, but then you get sick and you're just left with truly no intelligible reason to not attempt to tear your head off and smash the skull in that sucker into dust against the nearest sufficiently durable surface. Just infuriating. Meat was the worst idea ever. Why would they build me out of that?
CHOKE ON MY ENTIRE BUTT, SINUSES! And go eat a bag of menthol cigarettes, throat.