Have you ever sat back and thought about what if you’re actually dead
and your spirit is stuck in this hellish pseudo reality? Hear me out. I
sometimes think about this because as crazy as it sounds it makes hella
sense. For instance I have a younger cousin who, from the time of her
birth until she was about 15, we were extremely close. What if I was
sort of an imaginary friend to her and when she was 15 and we had a
“falling out” it was her really outgrowing me? I’ve talked tons about
how my close friends bailed on me. What if the times we hung out was
them remembering me and when they “bailed” it was just them moving on
from mourning and when I hear from them every blue moon it’s because
they said or saw something that reminded them of me? What if when I talk
to family it’s just because they’re still mourning and can still feel
me around. I’ve talked a lot about my dads drug addiction. What if the
reason he started is because he couldn’t handle my passing? And what if
the reason my mom won’t leave him is because the pain of dealing with
her only child dying is too much to take on her own? What about if when I
moved to Chicago that was something made up, almost like a vacation for
my spirit? I mean I had never even been to Chicago before I moved there
and most of the places I hung out at are well known tourists spots. And
possibly that’s why I barely heard from my family the 5 years I lived
there. Am I the only one who thinks of this shit? My brain exploded.
Like am I really dead or just that ignored?
-Asia Aneka Anderson
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