I want to die the same way Virginia Woolf did.

Sometimes, I forget that I’m alive. It’s so easy to forget. I feel like I don’t need to eat, don’t need to sleep, or really do anything at all. It’s like I’m a walking corpse, going through the motions of daily life. I’m not really awake or even aware of what’s going on, it’s eerily robotic.

I wonder. When did I become like this? When did I start to forget? When was it that I died?

I don’t remember.

I don't remember anything anymore.