Mind, I am dead.XP WAAAAAAAAHH I can't packing sleep gaddemmet! Ever wonder how you come home tired and frazzled and you hit dreamland as soon as you dive into your drool-stained bed when in similar damnable conditions you toss and turn bloodshot wide-awake every night counting mosquitoes whispering odd chimerical symphonies in your ear and finally you wake up the next morning screaming realizing you haven't have a blink of sleep? What is up with that?? In Latin, quid novi est cum illo?o_0

Later I shall have the most BACKBREAKING BRAIN-WRENCHING HEART-STABBING exam in the course of the ENTIRE banausic semester: LATIN FINALS. UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHH. Can I just diiiiieeeeeeeeee!!! Wait, I am dead gaddemmet. Why do I always have to remind meself that? Why, dead people don't know they're dead, stupid. And since I'm the only one cognizant of my own mortality but in the very essence reject it since I know I am immortal to begin with therefore I have to remind myself every time I think I'm alive that I'm dead because I'm alive in the morose nadir of human existence apparently subsisting in the parallel dimension in this eleven-dimensional world like in the very definition of uncertainty principle of electrons. I am alive, but I am dead, and I have to remind myself I am dead because I don't know if I exist as much as every single empirical thing exists in this world. It's the very same principle behind the paradox that black holes are not really black and empty space isn't really empty and idiotic mofongos such as yourself aren't really idiotic--they are not defined in the adjective idiotic because they are already idiots to begin with.

WHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY can't I just have a normal life and sleep in the normal time of the night and wake up in the normal time of the day and do normal routines and think normal thoughts instead of sleeping at the break of dawn half-dreaming half-awake and waking up in the heatwave of the midday afternoon living a life in the similar catatonic half-dreaming half-conscious torpor giving the allusion that life is one big LIE that every single thing you know is just a fucking dream and finally you die and wake up in the afterlife with patches of vague impressions from this lifetime. HEY we're going to live FOREVER anyway since this lifetime wouldn't even amount to a BLINK compared to ETERNITY so why the hell can't I just dramatically slice my wrists and wake up in the cosmic consciousness of the afterlife?? (Of course I can't. Not when dad's out there.XP WAAAAAH. Peace.)

AARRRRRRRGHHHHH. SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. I need to sleep.

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