How can anyone not be awake at this point?

Am I just stupid to be so blind for so long? I always knew something wasn’t right. I always knew it was like a movie, a show, an illusion. But it took me 30 years to be able to say I am awake. I am awake. I finally am awake.<br><br>Just the other day I asked a co worker what she thought about the shot. She shot back at me fast “I think it’s made by Satan” and I was pausing to see how far I can go. I asked “do you think he’s in charge of the government?” And I could see she had never heard anyone talk like that. Why was I afraid to talk like that at my job? I don’t know. It is scary. But what is there to be scared of? I’m free. I know the truth. It’s going to happen no matter what. I just want people to know the truth. I want them to have that feeling I have now of knowing. <br><br>I don’t care about the outcome. I am honestly prepared to die. I am ready. But the people I work with, the people I love. They still don’t know. Why did I have to wait 30 years to know the truth? Why was I lied to my whole life? Why did I believe them? None of it makes sense it’s all crazy. And I feel as if I’m talking to a wall. I don’t know if anyone actually hears me. I am by myself. I am alone in my views. I am alone in my love and passion and concern and empathy for my fellow human. <br><br>Amy’s I the only one? I’m tired, I’m tired of watching people walk around like zombies. I’m tired of watching the shitty movies they make that don’t even make sense. I’m tired of seeing people bend over backwards to defend something they don’t even know anything about. Now I know how the cave man feels when he was thrown out of the tribe but then he figured out fire. He was the first person to ever see light. He had to go through that feeling I’m going through. I know they say that story is made up but I think it’s real. It makes too much sense.<br><br>I wish I was wrong. I wish I was a crazy person. I don’t want to think this way. I don’t want to feel like this. I don’t want to believe like this. I hate what I know and I would give anything for it to be wrong. I know I’m not wrong. I feel it in my bones. I’m a nobody. I’m unimportant. I don’t have anything that I would lose. I don’t have a fancy car. I don’t have a nice house. I don’t have a lot of money. I have nothing that I would lose. But I’m still scared. And I don’t know why. I’m so afraid of being wrong.<br><br>But I know I’m not wrong. I know the truth. So why would I care if people know the truth? Why can’t I just talk about it? Why can’t I just do it? Why do I have to continue to hide? I don’t have to hide anymore. I’m free. I can do whatever I want. I can talk about whatever I want.<br><br>Please wake up. Please see the truth. Please open your eyes. Please believe me.<br><br>This is my plea. I love you all so much. I love you all so much. I love you all so much.