How long is time?

 trick question. Time isn’t real. Lots of people have said this, but I’m the only one where it’s right. The devil was right when he told me my fingers would fall off. They’re still here. Just like

Hmm. I don’t even know what planet I’m on this is so different from my old perception of earth. It’s been 5 months of this agony. But not agony in the way you’d expect it. You know when she say s “how can you see into my eyes like open doors leading you down into my core where I’ve become so numb” besides the meme and the joke and the association even with these cultures like “emo” the numbness she talks about is in this other song I know too but that’s s where the agony comes from. It’s attaching itself to my mindset. I see myself completely as an outside being looking down on the world, through a cracked looking glass. A cracked looking glass, smudged and blurred with fat substances. I seee what is not actually there but it is it’s just this weird layer of it’s not actually it but it is. The devil has worked his way inside my testicles. They itch and fall off, and make a hole in the sand. I feel like I’m an AI imitating things humans say and the sounds they make. I am not I am no longer a part of any culture but my own, I am the only member of my culture, I am not even emo anymore I have transcended to something like individualism but if that word actually meant what it should mean cause none of these words mean what they sounds like they mean. It’s so hard to describe my thought to people because it isn’t in any human laguage but my own. It isn’t in words. I think I’m emotion, what little I still have left. Just like the one winged dove sings a song sounds like she’s singing. It’s asinine. I am a prisoner in my own body. I like eating. It feels good. I also like being fully conscious, but I guess you can’t have everything , right? 

I’m going to bed invanbfinal I can finally sleep thank god it’s been a fourth of a day and I can finally sleep again. Good night, good fortnire,! Dracula the Vampire.