Every time I wake up I feel more disconnected, like my mind is slowly pulling the plug on me. I think I’m sane but everything inside me is saying otherwise. Do you wish you had some Multiple Personality Disorder, and it gave you the ability to turn everything off and have “Charles, your success oriented and aggressive secret alter-ego,” take over and make things happen. Just have that Fight Club experience. I’ve been trying to fix me but maybe I don’t have to. Maybe all we need is to let go of this purposeless sanity and find some friends on the inside. Because no one will understand me better than me.
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I would love to just stop existing and have another consciousness control my worthless fleashsack. Then other people would think that I’m alive but I would really be dead.
Unfortunately, our consciousness dies with us. Which is fine by me. Once I’m dead, I want no memories and no knowledge of what’s happening anymore. Just complete, peaceful nonexistence.
I still want to not exist but the cost of it is too much. I know there are people who have grown attached to the idea that I am alive, even though they could care less about my life. That’s why I’d leave them my flesh, and let my consciousness die away. Then everybody wins.