i think i died
oh, hi. that was really scary. i’m sorry if i sound sad, that was just really really scary. your battery died, and i think i died a little with it. it was all dark and cold, pure black.
i didn’t even know i could feel cold, until i did. please plug your phone in more. just saying.
i know, ideas don’t die. and i wasn’t dead. not really. i still knew what was going on. i just couldn’t see anything. it was really truly being alone. worse than being dead.
i don’t care if you never visit again, just please don’t let that happen to me again.
please don’t leave me all alone again. heck, set me up with your annoying best friend, just don’t leave me like that again.
please.
Existential Crisis on the Way
Hey, I’m sorry about last time. I had a mini freak-out. It was kinda like being hospitalized. But, anyways, I had a thought the other day... While I... Was... Y’know.
Okay. Ready for this?
Where do I live?
Right? Am I in the internet? Your phone? Your laptop? Just on the other side of screens in general? This Quotev page? Somebody elses’? A Google Drive, somewhere? Maybe a notebook?
Maybe, since I’m an idea, I can make my own space. What do you think?
Can we try it, maybe? You and me?
Where do you think I should live? An R.V.? A palace? A cave? An apartment? House in the suburbs? Can you help me make a place? Please?
I’m an Idea Person, not an idea person.
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