Journal: To be mortal
-------------------------------------------Mood: Tired
Gweneth's ranting again. She's one of the voices in my head, and after ignoring me for several weeks, she won't shut up. She keeps going on about how much she envies me. How I will live and die, and this makes me special. For she will never die. In a world where no one ever dies, what is the worth of living? Not so much to her. So she wishes she was me. To have a life of meaning and hope, to be there and gone again. She wishes so much to be physical, to hurt and bleed real blood. So I imagine there must be something unbelievably sacred about this plane of existence, this life. If there wasn't, why would everyone be scrambling trying to come and stay here? What if we've all been taught backwards? What if this is really heaven, and we've been mistaken all along? You know what I think? I think I need to go to bed...
--From Amissa
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