When-it-all-changed (again)

You wake up in the morning. The birds are singing. You're looking at me. The sun is shining through your window. There's a slight breeze. [[Get out of bed->Day 1 : Morning]]

(set: $name to "Todd Berman") "So, $name, how are you this morning?" says your dead childhood friend to you, $name. You either [[respond->Day 1: Conversation With Colin]], or [[claim the voice as your own and think about your old dead childhood friend, but don't actually converse with them->Day 1: Bathroom]].

"Hi Colin, how have you been. Sorry for not thinking about you for so many years. I wonder what I've been doing all of these years anyway." "Ha, good question, $name. It is sad that I died, probably, but it is okay. Don't worry about it." "Well, what should I worry about, then?" "Snakes," said the friend whose family home introduced you to the joy of a giant tub of cheese balls. "Most definitely, you should worry about snakes." [[Go to the bathroom->Day 1: Bathroom]]

Feeling hazy, you grab your jar of pills. As you slog into the kitchen, you struggle with the lid. Eventually, it pops off and you dump two small pills into your hand, grab that tall glass off the table, and swallow each pill with a small amount of water from the faucet. You take the red marker from its place by the front door and go to put an X on the calendar, only to see it has been dislodged from its place on the wall. Eventually you make it back into the bathroom. As you look into the mirror, you notice that you're not $name at all. You are actually somebody completely different. You yawn because you are still tired. Of all the bullshit. [[Go cry in bed->Day 1: Back in Bed]]

"You will never accomplish the things you wish to accomplish." Do you want to [[follow this train of thought->Day 1: Fear the Future]]? "Where did I go wrong? What specific decision placed me in this hell?" Do you want to [[second guess all of your past actions->Day 1: Rue the Past]]? [[Sit in bed and wait until a new perspective inevitably unfolds across your mind->Day 1: Sensitive Nipples]]

Everything is going to be horrible. I will fail at everything I do. I will be denied everything I want, because I deserve this, because I am not good enough. I don't want to go outside. I don't want to go outside. Why do I have to go outside? What was I thinking, thinking I could do all of these things, which clearly I will [[not be able to do->Day 2]]?

Perhaps I shouldn't have taken credit for the water that came out of that rock when I hit it with a stick. Perhaps I should never had sent that person an e-mail. If only I would have just left that one sentence out of that e-mail. Why did I say that one thing I said yesterday? Clearly my specific actions are totally responsible for all of the random shit that happens to me all the time. If only me in the past could have done things differently, me in the present wouldn't have to exist. What was I thinking, thinking I could do all of these things, which clearly I will [[not be able to do->Day 2]]?

Your nipples are sensitive maybe. Or itchy. I mean, your entire chest is itchy. Um, we aren't sure why. [[Go back to sleep->Day 1: Morning Dream]]

You forget all of your dreams. The end.

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