...And that, my friends, is how I died.

It's quite unfortunate.

What's interesting, though, is that my consciousness still exists. I can't speak or do anything, but I'm still cognizant.

Neat.

I guess I'll either fizzle away into nothing sooner or later or my mind will just sort of exist forever and I'll keep floating about, thinking random thoughts and slowly go insane.

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Shouldn't complain, though. At least I still exist.. sort of.

Not existing can be pretty scary, man. Like, existing was one of the few things I was genuinely good at back when I was still alive, you know? Been existing even before it was cool.

Gotta say though, it's really easy to lose track of time in this place. I know it's been quite a while since I died, but that's pretty much all I can gather. I don't really know how much time has passed.

Oh, well.

The thing that really ruffles my jammies is how goddamn BORING it is. I mean, a man can only reminisce so much, you know? It's not like I even have that many memories worthy of reminiscing to begin with.

...Sigh.

It was an insignificant and pointless life I led, but it was my life and I mostly liked it.

Dear God, this is got to be the millionth time I've had this same fucking revelation. Just gently lull me to sleep and put me out of my misery already!!

...Hmm? That's weird..

What's up with that bright light over there?