I’d likely be so continually high on a cocktail of chemicals that I’d be having lively conversations and never fully realize I was the only real person left.
Pretty bold assumption that out of over 8 billion people jumping off a cliff, not one of them would survive in a way that they could rescue themself. (Fuck it, if we’re assuming it’s literally “a cliff”, singular, they’d probably physically have to stop at some point.)
Pretty bold assumption that out of over 8 billion people jumping off a cliff, not one of them would survive in a way that they could rescue themself. (Fuck it, if we’re assuming it’s literally “a cliff”, singular, they’d probably physically have to stop at some point.)
But I just don’t care if any of them survive? It’s not like any of you are real people anyway. Now stop stalling and get jumping.
Honestly fair. Goodbye.