It’s scary when it occurs to you that you were insane the entire time.
It’s literally (and I don’t say that “colloquially”) terrifying to contemplate you imagined the entire thing,
Beginning to End:
a giant figment of the imagination.
This is definitely Worst Case Scenario,
As Bad As Never could Never be,
The Last Straw,
Being Picked Last For Football for an Eternity of 5th Grade Recess Periods,
The “I Can’t Imagine a Worse Scenario.”
I’m at the stage in the forensic process where I’m combing through the ashes, looking for proof of ever-life,
And I’m questioning my ever-sanity.
Then again, who knows what they do with the Internet these days?
I probably never had a choice.