KRIS JASPER

I lost my life.

I cant count the times I have vomitted since last night. 12? Perhaps 13? And I can feel it still, I will throw up again anytime soon.

I am trying to stop the inevitable, I slapped my face just to try.

I did my best, but I am still losing my life.





Let me start from 230pm yesterday...


I am at work, where I work, but mostly spend time eating sweets. Aside from the usual giggles, stare at computer, occasional tap on the computer keyboards and tell all chats with Boss, we also discussed about sizes of foot.

I was told before that a man's penis can be gauged by the size of his foot. And I dont know what boss was saying as I was busy mumbling anyway... I think it's funny though that if that Dick/Foot theory is real, My shoe size in the US is 9.5in, while it's 10in in here. Does that mean that my dick is extending by half of an inch if Im in the UK and shrinks if Im in the US? Just a thought.

Then later after my shift I was in Mr. and Mrs. B's house. I know I was doing something important. I've never felt so alive.

Then much later I was in my apartment. I dont know how I ended up home... still alive, maybe intact. If I can use the words "FORCE EXISTENCE" , then maybe that would have been the time.

Much, much later I was facing Mr. sink, giving him something from within of my stomach. As I love my sink so much I gave him 9. Or was it 11? I lost track. I tried to stop it. I dared to slap my face, but still...

My eyes are shut and I'm drifting off... I'm Dying.