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I went out for treason last night. I came home, I smoked, I used to smoke outside, and then something happened, and I smoked more and more. I smoked about 4 grams, okay, there's semen. This case is extremely fussy. Lately, it's been tearing, whining about a childhood bobo and falling asleep.
I couldn't sleep at all today. Constant paranoia, you know what the fuck. By the way, I don't have a visual imagination, but there was clearly something walking on the floor, more than an ant. Well, the whole idea of persecution was that I'd be fucking burned. I have already logically learned to build all the dots before this dialogue, so no, if you get too high, even with a blue one, such nonsense begins. Or hitting the wall.
But it wasn't this pre-psychosis that was hitting the wall with hammers? Should I continue to experience half a can of rubbish?
How dangerous is herbal psychosis? Does he hit serotonin? I've been through amph life before. . .