I have just tried to do something pretty difficult for me, that is waking up and going immediately to the bathroom to have a shit.

I have rarely succeeded at that. I need some breakfast to activate my body. Well, it worked!

It is getting hard to accept. I cannot have a proper shit. I haven’t in weeks. There’s something wrong. Everything is lost. I don’t know what to do. I keep writing. I keep note.

When will it end though?

These turds are not worth a king such as me!

The King of shit is depressed.

Preluded with some fresh air, here comes the fun.

Funny arse, these days.

Skipped another day.

Such a nice scent in this car…

Constipation. Again.

All right. I hope it’s done.

I’ve just weighted myself. I disposed of 1.4kg of crap. No joke.

I am still sitting here. This is real inferno guys.

I just want to die.

I don’t even know this is even fucking possible, but it feels like I am drumming out every little piece of shit amassed in weeks.

The quantity is such, it’s now piling above water level

My body has just reminded I forgot to deliver the most important task today.

I had to rush to the bathroom. It was very sudden.

Now I’m feeling pain. I am screaming.

A Torture

Utterly disappointing shit

Still constipated. I convinced myself it’s that painkiller’s fault!