Updating again. I can move my fingers.
I am utterly depersonalized.
I don't even know how to explain anything.
I think when I can articulate what I'm thinking, this might almost actually be of value somewhere to something. Here is what life is like when alcohol becomes your slaver.
I cannot move. I have given up moving. My body is made of lead. I have been watching Sam Harris debates on youtube about the existence of God in my lucid moment. Sometimes... William Lane Craig And Sam Harris will literally come popping out of the screen at me like a hologram. It's mind blowing. What I find crazy AF, is that I blink and blink and blink to get the weird semi-hallucination out of my head, and it persists.
Hahahahahahahahaa
I'm nuts.
Hahahahahahahaa.
Holy hell this is unbelievable.
Why am I even typing?