Sorry, I didn’t mean to report. I clicked the wrong button.

I appreciate your help, Peter. I’ve never considered before an anachronism like that. That’s a very interesting way you put it. I guess aside from what you said, False Evidence Appearing to Be Real, I also think that I’ve neglected myself for such a long time that I don’ t know who I am anymore. When I was younger, I never had a self-identity. I just did what everyone else was doing because that’s what I thought was needed to survive.

Now that I am older, I am starting to think about the man I would like to become, the type of man that people would talk about at a funeral. What would they say about me?

Life seems like a giant question mark at this point. I have a feeling that there is a deeper meaning to be found than just the daily lull of survival, but I must have not found it yet. Either that, or I am simply too optimistic.

The thing that’s really scary at times is that reality doesn’t even seem real, which could simply be the result of depersonalization from anxiety, but sometimes I have this sneaking suspicion that I am not control of my own thoughts, and it can be enough to drive you absolutely insane if you let it.