sorry to break this to you dog, but: you're in hell. all of this has been hell. i know you think that you had like, a life and shit. but no, that's hell. the memories, the friends, the loves, the losses, everything. that was all hell. and you're still in hell, don't forget that. but even if you do, i'll remind you, so... you get the idea. good news however is that: you're not gonna die. you're already dead. i get that you can't, like, remember being alive. but that's fine, it's all part of the process. the process of breaking you, that is, because this is hell and all. you're being punished. for what? can't say, i wasn't told myself, but i'm sure it was something bad. like really, really bad. you probably killed someone, or fucked a kid, but i dunno. but it doesn't matter anymore, you can't remember it anyway, so put it behind ya. just forget about it. forget about this conversation too. be on your merry way, pretend it was a dream or something. get on with your life. i should put some heavy quotes around """life""" because you are dead, and this is hell, don't forget that. or do. it doesn't matter. you're still in hell. take it easy.