Please, won't someone kill me in real life? I am in so much constant pain and my unherent terminal illnesses aren't taking me fast enough. The duress is too much to stand so I sleep 90% of my days only to wake up feeling worse than when I went down. Eating, drinking, sitting, breathing,... all things I took for granted for so many years of my short, miserable life. Now I lie daily, hooked up to machines to live for what purpose? I take hundreds of meds a day for what purpose? I am wheeled to and from doctors and appointments daily like some kind of show dog for what? I'm sick, I'm dying, and I NEED it to come faster. Please, Lord, I cannot fight this battle.