EXIST

It's 4AM. I have downed a bottle of Irish whiskey and I have Exist by Alex G on a loop in VLC.

The sun is rising, slowly, painting my room a dark, pale blue.

Everything is too much, but that's fine. Nothing is real anyway.

I'll be getting up in a few hours. I have to. There's no reason; I just have to.

I don't know why I exist.