Fuck Me, I'm Dying

This has got to be some sort of record in sheer fucked-uppedness, even by my standards:

So Trisha, the girl from last week, has volunteered her services as an anytime-booty call. Not bad, I was enjoying the advantages of this...this girl actually likes it if I stop by her place for a BJ on the way out--without her.

Then, a few days later, I get these series of long text messages from her, explaining her reasons for moving to Corpus. Specific words involved included "rare", "cancer", "stop", and "treatments".

Translation: I came here to die.