Useless

warning: this post is f@*%ed up, do not read it

My friend Mary died. I say my friend Mary because she isn't really my aunt or great aunt although for convenience sake I have called her that. She is the sister of my great aunt, this great aunt was made so by marriage. Mary was not my aunt. Now she isn't anybody's aunt. She died and now she's dead. There wasn't anything I could do. There wasn't anything you could do. There was nothing anyone could do. In short we are all totally useless. And I am the most useless of all because I think there are things I can do. There are not. I can do nothing at all. I am useless.