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Just slept the whole fucking day, and people still aren't normal. It's like I never existed.
Maybe I don't.
Never ask the question "what if." It makes things split until you're living two lives. When do you know which one's really happening? How the fuck does anyone know they're cursed today? Maybe I turned left instead of right and everything I think I remember's just pieces of someone's imagination. Maybe I'm just thinking I'm in the City when I'm really rotting somewhere.
If I'm dead, why's it hurt so fucking much?
I gotta be dreaming again. This doesn't happen. People forgot me like I never existed and--that's what being dead's all about, right? Being forgotten? Don't remember their funerals, don't remember killing them, but I thought it happened. Then there's the crash and Sam and none of it makes sense. People don't keep living after dying three times.
So I'm dreaming. Hamlet--"to sleep, perchance to dream." Sleep is death, dream are...
Head's splitting.
[ooc: If he's cursed, neither he nor I can tell. He was, however, rather upset by people and their amnesia yesterday, and went on something of a drinking binge. Today is hangover day--whoo! Approach carefully. Suicidal artist is suicidal.]
Maybe I don't.
Never ask the question "what if." It makes things split until you're living two lives. When do you know which one's really happening? How the fuck does anyone know they're cursed today? Maybe I turned left instead of right and everything I think I remember's just pieces of someone's imagination. Maybe I'm just thinking I'm in the City when I'm really rotting somewhere.
If I'm dead, why's it hurt so fucking much?
I gotta be dreaming again. This doesn't happen. People forgot me like I never existed and--that's what being dead's all about, right? Being forgotten? Don't remember their funerals, don't remember killing them, but I thought it happened. Then there's the crash and Sam and none of it makes sense. People don't keep living after dying three times.
So I'm dreaming. Hamlet--"to sleep, perchance to dream." Sleep is death, dream are...
Head's splitting.
[ooc: If he's cursed, neither he nor I can tell. He was, however, rather upset by people and their amnesia yesterday, and went on something of a drinking binge. Today is hangover day--whoo! Approach carefully. Suicidal artist is suicidal.]