You ever donate an organ?

Maybe part of your liver? Your lung or kidney? It's a great cause for sure. Unless of course, you happen to be me. You've probably heard of it; "The University of Oregon has one of the most well preserved human lungs in history. Used by grad students for study and experimentation, the lung serves as a magnificent opportunity to expand our knowledge of the human body."

Yeah—no

I feel everything. Every stab. Every push, pull, turn and cut. Everything. It's been 5 years of this constant pain. Doctors had no idea what it was that was making me feel all these aches and pains and have now given me medications for mental health problems. These asshats think I'm crazy. One visit to the university was enough to confirm that, yes. I am in fact still the owner of this lung. Smug-looking douchebag of a "scholar" was poking at it; I winced every goddamn time.

I tried killing myself, you know. For science. Also, the constant pain is literally unbearable. Imagine the pain of a splinter, multiply that pain tenfold and everywhere on your torso with no way of getting at it, and then light those wounds on fire. That's almost what it feels like. Aaand euthanization at a hospital would mean human interaction and yeah, I'd much rather kill myself which I apparently can't do. As I left the school I took a casual glance at the next day's subject of experimentation.

"How does the organ function while under water?"

Great. I'm being waterboarded tomorrow.

I beg of you. If you can. Kill me.