I'm not sure how to explain this, but I'm dead. I'm not sure how it happened, or when, really— but I am positive that I am deceased. How can I tell? Well, it's quite simple— my heart's stopped beating, my lungs have stopped breathing, and I've not felt anything akin to thirst or hunger for quite a long time now. Of course, on account of the fact that I continue moving— despite being dead— there's been none of the ceremony, ritual, or paperwork to tell the rest of the world that I've passed on. As such, I've been expected to continue as if I hadn't stopped living— my boss expects me to show up for work, my landlord expects me to pay my bills, and my family expects me to call every now and again.
Naturally, none of them believe me when I tell them that I cannot do these things, because I am dead. I saw my doctor the other day, who, despite noticing my cold skin and lack of a pulse, simply shrugged, told me to try sleeping right and exercising more, then sent me on my way. Like everyone else, I've been quite unsure what to do with myself. Before, whenever I ran into a spot of trouble, I would tell myself to keep on living— but how does one live while dead? Maybe I should see the world, create something, help others— all of the things I couldn't do in life. But it would be easier, so much easier, to simply continue as if nothing had changed at all. Am I really dead if no one else acknowledges it?
I think that's what I'll do— like the rest, I'll act like nothing happened.
I can stop when I'm dead.
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