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It seems as though I'm finally becoming comfortable with the meaninglessness of existence and death. Maybe I'm just becoming tired unto fatigue. Either way, I'm caring less and less. Life is turning into one big dream to me. It's difficult to tell whether or not I'mconscious nowadays. Nothing truly matters. Nothing even seems to touch me. It sort of feels like I'm floating outside my self in some sort of detached, apathetic way. I still retain my self-preservation instincts, but they're just that, instincts. I have no actual desire to persist. I have no actual desire, as a matter of fact. I carry out my old routines in the same sort of habitual manner. To anyone on the outside of me, this probably sounds horribly depressed, but to all of us in here, it's just bland and empty. Nothing isn't bad. It's not sad. It's unhappy, but not depressed. All the TRULY depressed people (i.e. the status quo) will say that anything other than constant stimulation and excitation is a tragedy, so I could understand your feeling that I'm sad.
I feel sleepy. Does that mean that I'm going to wake up again, soon?
I feel sleepy. Does that mean that I'm going to wake up again, soon?