The only thing more terrifying then the thought of being alone for ever is the fact that I would be alone with nothing but my own mind to slowly eat away at my sanity. Just like regret; when you know you are going to regret something before you do it, it makes it that much worse when the feeling finally comes around and engulfs you, leaving you with nothing but a horrid taste lurking in your mouth.
Funny how it works like that.
What if your entire existences as a subconscious projection, the fabric of reality was all an individual construct of my own mind. Everything from my name to the laws of physics. In fact, there would be no point in even explaining this or write anything to anyone, because they don't exist unless I want them too. The entire existence if life as I know it would be all pointless and irrelevant.
It's a scary thought.
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