Just Another Day

Blood. That is what humans are made of? Right? That is the fuel that continues our ability to live. Right? Without it there is no way we would be able to proceed with our experiences. Right? FUCKING WRONG. Blood is nothing. Memories. Memories are what we are. Humans are nothing more than biological machines created to feast upon memories. Without memories what are we? Nothing. We are nothing. There is no proof of us existing. Memories are the only things that prove our existence. We cannot exist in a singular fashion. We need others to act upon our existence and remember those acts. The problem? NO ONE REMEMBERS ME ANYMORE. I have been fired from my job. Haha fired. That’s funny. Fired would imply that they remember I actually used to work there but they don’t. They don’t even know who I am. NO ONE DOES. It hurts. I am literally fading away. There is one thing worse than death and that is to be forgotten, yet continue existing. But do I actually exist? If no one remembers me ever existing, do I exist? I used to wish for the love of Karen, these days I only wish for my own death.