Life is Worse than an Internet Troll

In the fleeting seconds of final memory you think about everything that you didn’t do, like for example, not going to the bathroom so now you are peeing yourself as you die…attractive…not that it matters, oh speaking of attractive, yeah, you haven’t had much sex at all, well, not as much as you wanted. You also never met that one true love, you never did get the grades you wanted; you were going to go back to school but like that will happen now thanks to some asshole who couldn’t tell when he was too drunk to drive. You look into the rear view mirror, being sideways in the car it gives you an awkward glance back just enough so you can see all that blood smearing the makeup you wish you spent more time on. You didn’t talk to your parents recently, didn’t tell them you love them. You never will get famous now, not that you ever stood much of a chance but you had dreams. You also won’t make it home to scarf down ice cream as you watch more of that lame drama show you for some reason became obsessed with. So in your fleeting final seconds of final memory you realize what a fucking troll the world actually is, giving you just enough to keep you going but never enough to satisfy you before you die.