I've always had these strange thoughts in my head that I'm the only real person here; that this is my dreamland, and everyone else I have ever, and will ever, come in contact with is just someone I've fabricated, or that someone else has fabricated for me. Maybe my life is like a video game. Maybe my life is like a movie.
Maybe I just want to feel unique in this world full of Jane Does.
Maybe I want to be relevant.
Looks will only take you so far, and will only bring you so many things. It's the substance of your brain, rather than the dead cells out the outside that everyone sees, that really makes a person valuable.
I'm afraid of the end result of life. I'm afraid of all the little "red flags" I get once in a while.
But what's the use in fearing the inevitable?
Dying only ever comes closer.
I think about death too often for my liking. Not in a suicidal way. Not even remotely.
I think it'd be easier to understand if you could dig through my thoughts and memories.
Being tired makes me want to think.
Hence why I seldom sleep before 3 AM.
1 comment:
I think, in a strange way, I agree with you. The whole, I've made everyone else around me up thing.
But, for the record, you're a valuable person. Your writing style proves it.
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