Fact: Saturday was amazing...a rollercoaster actually.
Fact: I "poisoned" myself. And felt bad and than amazing.
Fact: We run into old friends, and they invited us to a party.
Fact: I met tons of really nice people.
Fact: There was free booze, but I only drunk water...I was too fuuuuuudgeed up to do anything else.
Fact: I hit a bowl once, and trip intensified in a good way.
Fact: My old friends played their songs, really good ones.
Fact: Host read poetry. It was good as well.
Fact: At around 4am it was too much.
Fact: I threw up raspberries (red) and was paranoid that the poison injured my stomach.
Fact: My heart beat was so loud...and my face was pale and liquid like in the mirror.
Fact: I calmed myself and told my friends I'm thinking of leaving.
Fact: After few minutes I just had to get out...I was bugging out in my head.
Fact: Now I feel like a douche for leaving without saying bye to anyone.
Fact: My way home was filled with puking everything.
Fact: After a train ride, it was bright outside 5:30am.
Fact: I threw up last time and it was horrendous.
Fact: Felt amazing afterwards.
Fact: I had a nice conversation with a friend on the walk home.
Fact: Don't poison yourself...ever.
Fact: What an experience though.
“You want me to tell you what's immoral? War is immoral, poverty is immoral, racism is immoral, police brutality is immoral, oppression is immoral, genocide is immoral, imperialism is immoral! This country represents all those things!”
Gidge is my Hasselhoff.