Can this world be real, if we are so blind to the truth of everything?
Can we know anything at all, when our knowledge only comes from a single instant of observation?
What's the point of doing anything, when faith is the only thing we have to assure us that we will ever rise each new day?
This world is an illusion, and we are its blind audience. Nothing that we learn can we be sure will remain the constant truth. When the world is such a mystery, we can't even be sure if we are truly awake, or even alive, assuming such concepts can even be real.
Here lies Aleksi's first journal entry. I'd write a long biography about how goth and amazing I am, but I'm not a prick.
Ehh, I'll get to that shit later
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