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Sometimes I question whether or not I’m awake, alive. How did I get here? Why am I like this? When did life become so….shitty? Everything has become such a blur that I’m having a hard time distinguishing whether or not I’m even alive — that maybe I’m in a coma and this is all a figment of my imagination. Or maybe that I don’t even know that I’ve already passed and I’m just living in another dimension.

Could it be that I’m already dead and the reason why I keep suffering is because this is all punishment for I have sinned?

Fuck. What is wrong with me?