I just had a excehstencial crisis about people and existence. Is this all a dream, or was the world really made because of the Big Bang... What if I'm dead, and I'm just dreaming about my childhood, and I will stop dreaming when I turn into a teenager and fade away.
Save me.
YOU ARE READING
Don't Judge me
RandomI thought you would want to know the deepest darkest thoughts of my heart so here you go. Also I complain a lot so bear with me.
