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.