I couldn't sleep last night. I kept wondering if my whole life is like some kind of dream that just looks real. And everybody is just unconciously made-up.
So, if I die, I actually return back to square one without knowing anything, or knowing something I do not want to. Maybe I'm a goldfish. I scare myself alot sometimes.
Even if you tell me you're real. It might be part of the dream as well. So there really isn't any point discussing this if everybody is just a cahracter in a kid's book and I'm the reader. Haunting...
I am having problems expressing this.
