i think that society set me up for failure by allowing me to be a child.
i believe in ghosts and wizards and zombie apocalypses and werewolves. i believe that one day i’ll be rich and famous and happy. i believe that everything will work out, even though i have no reason to. i believe in all of these impractical things, but i can’t believe that one day i won’t be alive anymore. it is impossible for me to envision a world in which i don’t exist in some way. out of all of the endless fantasies that exist within my own mind, that is absolutely unfathomable.
