I'm dead. Really dead. Not in the "there'll be a twist at the end and I'll be saved" kind of way. Just dead.

It occurred a while back, and while I was living, I thought it was pretty unfair. Most people get 60, 70 years of life. Enough people got 30 or 40 years of life.

I got 25. By the time you're 25, you're only finally getting your last degree, your first bit of experience, stepping over that last big stone in your path before you enter the real world. The one where you earn enough money to do what you want, or if you want a bit more, you are able to directly chase it, with constant feedback. Not like school, which always feels like nothing, until you fail an exam, or didn't take a class, or until too late, anyways.

Now that I'm dead?

It doesn't really bother me, I guess. Not too many things bother me these days. At first, it bugged me that I was wrong about an afterlife, (it's not much of one, don't get your hopes up), but obviously I had incomplete evidenc I did what I wanted to do. I never felt like I wasted too much time.

What really bothers me these days, is what the heck do I do now?