Try. Imagine the sound of crackling flames, of popping bones and blazing money. That's what you have to do.
Fred has three eyes and he eats children for breakfast and he haunts me in his sleep.
They will come for you. They don't exist. They are just there to push fear into your rotting bones before you die forgetting that you didn't live for anything.
They'll trample you underfoot as they stampede wailing with sad panic in their eyes as the hangman comes.
NOT LIVING JUST KILLING TIME.
Get off the internet. You have better things to do.