death is always a sad and depressing thing.

it’s worse when the prognosis is that there’s nothing you can do and that it’s dying.

the only thing i can do is to pull the cord.

yup, and so the dentist say, your teeth is dying.
the first thing that come to mind was like omg, u mean i have to do root canal!? then the even more dramatic news come that my teeth is no longer suitable for root canal, although i can still try. it’s simply because and very sadly, i don’t have much teeth left there….

implant… oh man. just let me be, while i depress myself into reviving my teeth with some super powerful miracle when i go sit in the emo corner.

ok, fine, emo over. life goes on. implant that is.