NotSoEnchanted
Student
- Dec 26, 2025
- 139
My death was delivered today, packaged neatly inside a slim white envelope that shows wear from traveling across the country. It was mindlessly placed in my P.O. Box like any other regular piece of mail, and I just picked it up. It felt surreal to hold it in my hands, and I've still yet to process the reality of what I now possess. I went and bought myself ice cream + a redbull after, moving through the world like usual, interacting with strangers whom have no idea I'll soon be a dead girl.
Ironicallly my P.O. Box also contained a pamphlet titled "Are the dead really dead?" I didn't know you can get junk mail in a P.O. Box, and it gave me a good laugh. Oh the fucking irony. Inside it entails your typical Christian propaganda, filled with uncanny graphics that are impossible to take seriously.
It's quite rainy and overcast today, which I'm grateful for. I find comfort in the pale grey skies and drizzling rain. I suppose it's time to pull myself together, make breakfast even though it's 5:00 PM, then take my dog out into the woods for a good run about. Maybe once I'm among the towering ponderosa pines, away from it all, I'll be able to better process my new found possession of SN, and find relief in it instead of weight.
Ironicallly my P.O. Box also contained a pamphlet titled "Are the dead really dead?" I didn't know you can get junk mail in a P.O. Box, and it gave me a good laugh. Oh the fucking irony. Inside it entails your typical Christian propaganda, filled with uncanny graphics that are impossible to take seriously.
It's quite rainy and overcast today, which I'm grateful for. I find comfort in the pale grey skies and drizzling rain. I suppose it's time to pull myself together, make breakfast even though it's 5:00 PM, then take my dog out into the woods for a good run about. Maybe once I'm among the towering ponderosa pines, away from it all, I'll be able to better process my new found possession of SN, and find relief in it instead of weight.
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