I'm Ryan, and I'm the only person that really exists. Everyone and
everything is an extension of my mind, created around me to be so
complex and so unending that it all seems authentic and unique. People
seem like individuals but in reality they are figments with nothing but
words and behaviors that are there for me to see and perceive. They
don't actually think or feel, they just react for me, a play preformed
by my mind to create the illusion that I am not alone. People out of
sight, touch, sound, or smell are in a fog and not existent, only being
recalled to keep my mind sure that the world is genuine. A person on
the street is there because my thoughts put them there, and as I pass
them and turn around, they are still there because I've convinced myself
that they should be there. They walk into a cloud when I'm not looking
and disappear until the next time my mind re-spawns them in an attempt
to make me think they are real. Surprises, accidents, and fortunes are
made in direct order to seem like the arbitrary, but these events, like
the people and animals are only in my perception to keep me sane, to
keep me connected to something, to keep me breathing, to keep me
hopeful.
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