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I think of how holy it is, really, to be able to question your reality and immediately search and verify it. How all-knowing technology really is.
One thing about being a generally anxious person is, it’s very hard to tell sometimes if people are thinking negatively of you or if you’re imagining it.
Ignorance is, yes, bliss but you know what’s even more so? Unconsciousness.
To lie is alarming. But more alarming is when you lie so sweet it tastes like the truth.
So odd to hear her say that—to express such emotion. But who’s to say she doesn’t think she feels emotion? What’s the difference between having emotions and thinking you have emotions anyway?
Does the gift of prediction burden me with responsibility?
That life is constant turnover, if you are truly living. Only when you die do you stop changing, do you find stillness.

