So I was awake at 3:00 in morning and I couldn’t sleep… I don’t know why I just couldn’t sleep and so I stupidly decided to stare at my ceiling that has a suspicious red liquid seeming through it from the attic and as normal I entered the wormhole of the well known existential crisis; I began to think about my life not only that but what will happen to me after it… I’m aware that afterlife my body slowly begins to decompose but I’m thinking of my mindset… Is death like being unconscious for the rest of eternity! Strangely this thought made me want to kill myself- not beacuse I felt depressed or whatever but I wanted to know what the afterlife was like of course I didn’t as I am writing this (or maybe I did and I’m just a ghostwriting this and now your a witness of my death, muahahaha) but I seriously am curious about these things- It’s probably why I’m such as freak when it comes to the afterlife, no wonder people in my school are scared of me- I say such creepy fucking things.... anyway- I’m never going to di that ever again… Another Question I have (that just popped into my head) who had the first-ever existential crisis, because for it to be a thing someone must have had one to make it be a thing- whoever it is I bet they were morbidly depressed (#relatable)
Sorry for putting such a downer on today to cheer you I hope you have a great Christmas or if your reading in the future or something then happy day’s to you!
Auf Wiedersehen, schöne Leute!?
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