Sometimes I'll think about how I have arms and legs and how I think it's weird that they're mine and a mouth and I don't realise how serious life is and it's really making me feel like I can't tell what is a dream and what is real anymore. Reality isn't something that applies to me. I think about our universe and solar system and the vastness of it and how we came to be what we are and it makes me feel really uncomfortable and like there isn't any point in living because what am I. One person? I'm not anything