Wait

So I almost have no idea who I am or what's going on. I don't even know why I'm writing and I'm pretty sure I will never remember writing this. My brain has turned into a desert swamp. I don't remember anything. Life is an illusion and everything's just passing by. Nothing is real. People aren't real, time is not real, you are not real. Nothing is real and death awaits you. But that's not real either. Who are you? Wait. Who am I? What the hell is this. This is ridiculous. How can life be real when you have no memories. It's a game that some idiot forgot to save. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING. Goddamn, I could just sit and stare at my ceiling for hours. Nothing really matters. It's all just happening and no one has control of a goddamn thing. But you can't control anything when nothing is real. Seriously, you can't. I don't really understand. I guess as you grow older, if that's a possibility, then your mind starts to disintegrate and then you turn to mush. You lose things, you lose thoughts, you lose your mind, and you lose yourself. When really you lose nothing because nothing is something you can't lose. It's nonsense talking to people. They aren't real, they're a figment of your imagination and you're really the only one alive. How can something imaginary understand anything? The answer is no. You have to live within yourself because if you have anything then that's what you have. Although you don't really have that either. Nothing makes much sense because sense isn't there. There are somethings that couldn't have possibly happened. How could someone come up with an idea like that. It's impossible. How does someone's brain think like that? What's the point of being awake when your reality happens when you sleep. Some people think that the real reality is when you're awake but it's not. It can't be. Sleep is what you need. You only get so much time in the real world before it all goes away.