sometimes,

I think it would be cool to be in a coma.
I wonder what actually happens in that split second before you die.
I wish I could fly.
I wonder if I'm mentally retarded, and I just don't know it. Do people with mental illnesses know they have mental illnesses? Or do they just think they're different and everyone else is weird and looks at them funny. Cause I feel like that sometimes.
I wonder if I'm fat enough to be a plus sized model. Cause even plus sized models...are pretty fuckin skinny.
What it would be like to be in jail. And if I maybe would enjoy it. I like solitude.
I hate everyone I know.
I consider believing in God.
I want to be 5 years from now. Skip all this high school bullshit.
The point of an appendix seems nonexistent. Actually no, that one's all the time. I mean really...what's it there for.
I wonder if I have an undiagnosed something.
I think whoever invented mayonnaise, and then called it mayonnaise, was in a legitimate state of psychosis.
I think...why do we think. What is thinking? It's like talking...but no one can hear you. How does it work? Like it's just a voice in our heads, but it's ourselves talking. Except it's not a voice because it doesn't have sound waves. Thinking about thinking makes you think. And confuses the hell out of you.
I just don't know.