Arrest Yourself

I am lying in bed wondering whether or not I have Cotard's syndrome.

Jules Cotard was a French military surgeon who only lived to be 49 years old, but he will always be remebered by discovering one of the most screwed-up mental ilnesses ever: Cotard's syndrome is a mental disorder where the victim cnocludes the he (or she) is dead. Some patients believe that they are missing crutial internal organs or that they have no blood. Other victims of this diseas claim they can smell their flesh rotting. I must admist, this has never happened to me, but sometimes I do feel like I'm dead. This tends to happen alot when I'm at school and there's hundreds of people wondering around the hallways carelessly and sometimes I wonder if they even notice me. People care so much about what they look like so that other people will not judge them, but where is everyone really looking? Not at me, that's for sure.

Sometimes I wonder if we're all Bruce Willis' that roam this planet - dead - but we don't know it, and one day we will all realise that everything we know and feel is not actually tangeable. But who really thinks about shit like this? Sometimes I feel this way, but I am now certain I don't have Cotard's syndrome.

If you are one fo those people who don't know you're dead - you're fine. But if you do think your dead - arrest yourself.