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Im crazy yay. The definition of romantic irony is staring me in the face and my forehead cool with a chilling sweat. Why is aladdin in my life with his Jeenie buddy telling me that its a new paragraph. My childhood winnie the pooh came to say hello and deliver a package. I can't be in a book because i have physical realities, or do i. i am not controlling anything that is happening to me, everything seems to be planned out and created for me. Maybe this is god watching over me, or a vivid dream that only seems like days because its a dream. When i wake up, i will have forgotten the first "months" of the dream and hopefully ill see a philosophy book on my chest which explains the dream. but no, im in a book. Damn. Please don't stop writing, i can't do anything to reach you and i can't really accept the fact that im being written into existence. This philosophy is controlling my life and every new philosopher and his views changes my life. Im not just in a book, im in a damn informational novel that tells facts, this sucks. Why do i read the letters about philosophers in clear detail and why im a so interested in these biographies of old thinking geezerz. BECAUSE IM IN A PBS SPECIAL BOOK NOOOO. hopefully you'll end the book with a "and sophie went on living happily with friends and family for another 100 years". that would be great