i wish i never did shrooms.
that shit really fucked me up.
seriously i was never the same after that night.
i really don’t even know where i went.
i’ve blacked out from alcohol, but even that, i never forgot about myself, never like that.
never like that. i didn’t know anything anymore.
perfect description of what i did not have at a point.i woke up sitting on a couch wide awake. i couldn’t believe my brain when i felt sober. the daylight, the birds chirping, cars moving, seeing other random people, the familiar roads/surroundings, it was just insane to be alive.
i smoke the weed i get way too fast.
weed makes me think crazy.
.. like connections. connections of events and occurrences in my life… and its like epiphany’s. and i feel like a wave in my thoughts.. crashing an imaginary solid object of reality into my conscious.
i’m high and so crazy.
i’m always crazy.