god ööööING damn it for christ's ööööing sake I hope at some point today you go to the restroom, slip on some piss, fall and literally crack your head open on a toilet and nobody else comes in for hours and hours so you just lie there slowly dying of blood loss and the fact that your brain is exposed to open air in a filthy bathroom but right before you succumb, someone stumbles in and after they violate your motionless body, you gasp for air, revealing you aren't dead, and they get you to the hospital in time to live many years in a vegetative state, the only thing your öööö-sprinkled brain capable of perceiving being constant agony and the vaguest notion of time slowly crawling by as you spend the rest of your nightmare life alone in a cold, sterile hospital room.
öööö you