I might actually just be immortal. Or else God just REALLY wants me to suffer, to the point I contemplate whether or not my life is one big reality television show, where every episode some incredible thing happens to me only for it to be inadvertently stripped away so they can zoom in on my pain and anguish. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to assume that was the case, even; I mean if it was, it would make all these random and personal sufferings make some kind of sense.










