Some have it worse?

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I had to think about it.  This guy was at least receiving care.  But that he needed it, right?  I sometimes could really use some help while there is none.  No one says, to my face, they wish I would die.  But they think it.  Family, friends... medical.  I understand.  Going through it?  At least with him, they don't disbelieve his illness, as they do with me.

Worse?  It depends on which part of the story.  His got better.

Well, I understand as few can.  I think, pray, work rarely as able, alone but used to it.  At least there isn't the Barney thing.  And feeding can be easier for me, unless I can't clean, cook, so eat when terribly hungry.  Someone may harm and steal from me when I am unconscious, but I don't know about it.  Though, perhaps, I don't roll well enough, always, either.  I... just don't know.  Probably have had both.

Yes.  It is a dark dangerous mean world for the living dead.  I almost wish they would carry through on their thoughts.  I can't.  I made a deal with God.  I couldn't even just let them.  It's just that, quite often, I couldn't stop them.  Wouldn't even wake if they were using an axe.  Yea.