"Existential Crisis" A quiet thought in the back of my mind "this isn't real, your friends are made up." But if my world is made up, why would my mind make it Hell? Naturally, with an existential crisis, comes Confusion Anxiety Lying awake at night, staring at the ceiling and slowly, realization. This isn't Hell. This is only the beginning. The fifth page of a hundred-chapter book. Things get better. People come back- or vanish for good. School ends, and life is free. Things can get better. For this is only the first chapter.