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I should really be going to sleep for my final at 8 but I just have so much on my mind. Death is so strange, its so surreal and confusing and I just don't know what to think about it. I admit it, I don't really grasp my own mortality so I'm detached and I feel insecure about it and I don't know what else to do besides sit awake, here, and try to make some sense about it, or play the guitar, or write or get high or something or anything. It's weird having a reason to feel so weird.