Goodbye stupid brain and cruel sumptuous youth

Oh the human brain, I hate thee, like I hate the body that is ending one day at a time, yet it is not the body that bothers me, for that can be improved upon with exercise and activity, but oh my pain, poor, pititiful organ that looks worse in the light than male genitalia in the pale white light of a doctor's office.

My brain, my brain, my little gray brain, how it is slowly breaking apart and vexing me, me, who use to have no problem spelling, who could multi-task like a man with a three brains---instead I now multi-task like a man running on half a brain that is running on empty.  My vocabulary has shrunk, my ability to remember common words is decreasing, and names, forget about out it, for it too has taken a severe beating.  Is it my age, my ripe old age of 28?  Perhaps.  Is it a sign that I'll have alziehmers?  Perhaps.  I once heard that those who cannot learn another language are more prone to getting the disease.  A brain tumor?  That would be refreshing because then I would know I am not crazy but alas, it is doubtful.  My blood is as clean as a Catholic priest's dick (if they are good little priests and not the bad icky ones).  Perhaps I am insane or on my way there.  Doubtful because it'd be sudden, like lightening.  One minute I'm here and the next, I'm not.

Why do I think these thoughts.  Because at the age of 28 and 10 months, it is so clear that my body is breaking.  I knew the day would come, knew that my youth wouldn't last forever, and alas, it has not.