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dear god,
Dear god,
Time is nonexistent.
I’ve spent the last three days in bed looking through the archives of my hard drive, of all the letters I’ve written to you and I have somehow realized that time is not real. It is a thing we as humans made up in order to fill the void. It is a thing that we make up, and we fail to remember that neither time nor ourselves exist. And why are connected through thing such as time yet we have a different time? My sunrise is someone else’s sunset and another person’s midnight.
I don’t know anymore. I kept thinking about it when I was working on my homework for my psychology class. I kept thinking about time, life, death, and I kept scaring myself. I do this often because I feel like I’m going crazy. I probably am, it explains why I’m here writing to you and you probably don’t even exist.
Maybe we all don’t exist.
Take care.
Time is nonexistent.
I’ve spent the last three days in bed looking through the archives of my hard drive, of all the letters I’ve written to you and I have somehow realized that time is not real. It is a thing we as humans made up in order to fill the void. It is a thing that we make up, and we fail to remember that neither time nor ourselves exist. And why are connected through thing such as time yet we have a different time? My sunrise is someone else’s sunset and another person’s midnight.
I don’t know anymore. I kept thinking about it when I was working on my homework for my psychology class. I kept thinking about time, life, death, and I kept scaring myself. I do this often because I feel like I’m going crazy. I probably am, it explains why I’m here writing to you and you probably don’t even exist.
Maybe we all don’t exist.
Take care.