There is so much bullshit in my life.
But I'm beginning to suspect that my life is a simulation. My life is too perfect.
It would be easy to dupe a man into believing he's travelled in time.
I don't know where I'm going with this blog.
I feel like my life is heaven. Like, when you die, you come into my life; you come into Daniel Best.
Here, in this life, I could be the messiah. I could. I could work it out.
I'm really an alien.
I can say these things because I'm a well known schizophrenic.
But if I died, I'd see reality. It's a simulation.
I believe, in order for me to die I have to kill myself. It's sad, I know. God ain't gonna kill me.
That's the blog.