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Gonna die. S'gonna happen sometime. Happens every day. Bunch of people you know already; they smiled, taught you how to love, then they broke. Some are dust now, some are in the dirt with their eyelids eaten off and larvae chewing through those eyes that once crinkled in happiness when you ran up to their knee.
Does it persist? I dunno. Could do. There's a lot of people who hope so. If you die of brain cancer does your ghost have it? What if you got decapitated? Which previous image does the afterlife avatar generator revert to? Are there any old people in Heaven?
Heaven's probably not real. Why would it be? Indulgent. God might be real, doesn't seem to matter, we plow on aimlessly whether or not someone's at the wheel.
It's all bleeding together a little lately and I can't seem to find anything that seems real or significant. I know I need therapy, who has time? I'm angrier lately and I never learned how to properly express that so it internalises until I hurt myself again. Never getting the deposit back with all these holes in the wall.
I feel like the world's a lot darker than it used to be. There's hatred and fear in every direction. I don't know whether it really did get worse or if I'm just depressed. Maybe we all got depressed and that's why the world's depressing now.
I don't consent to tomorrow's arrival. I have no way of refusing it barring one, and that isn't something I want. The sky is getting lighter now. Chuck Palahniuk's books always feature the colour 'cornflower blue', and it always evokes feelings of dread. Maybe this is why; the horror of a new dawn, unstoppable and full of dreadful potential.
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