The first few seconds are already full of intense agony, distraught by my interrupted silence. It’s like it all ends for a little while when you go to sleep.
Sometimes you even get to dream of having a better life and be blissfully unaware. I’ve been a chad in my dreams many times, many times I wasn’t even a chad and foids just loved me for how I exist now. It is extremely painful to wake up from that.
You kind of die in a sense every time you go to sleep but it’s interrupted when you wake up. Then you’re hit with the brutal reality of your situation as soon as your eyes open and you see your empty bedroom.
