like every day I just don’t feel alive and breathing on earth. maybe this is all my imagination and in reality I’m trapped in a void going insane. Nothing here exists, but I’m unused to it because I still try and treat people nicely. Well I guess it fills up the void having friends, but they don’t exist and are all in my imagination so what’s the point? earth is not real, neither is anything or myself. what if the void I say I’m in doesn’t even exist, what am I then? What is what? what is existence? what is life? what is death?