Fed up with all that LSD.
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
I guess the good times they were all just killing me.
Doing LSD was one of the two or three most important things I have done in my life.
Fed up with all that LSD.
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
I guess the good times they were all just killing me.
A couple hours ago I took a tab of acid and I’m bored and I’ve tripped harder on mushrooms this is shitty
First time trying acid too. What a boring and unremarkable experience.
3D-art: We’ll be drawing anyways.
Astronomy: Boring and super slow-paced. Perfect drawing class.
English: Already learned everything we’re currently being teacher, so I don’t have to listen. Johnson only gives me weird looks when I draw. He doesn’t really do anything about it.
Computer Art: So insanely easy. I’ll be done with the days work in 5 minutes. That leaves 85 minutes to draw.
I don’t care if people do drugs or drink. I have/will occasionally.
But when you’re so goddamn obsessed with planning your next smoke or having your stoner friends over to get high that you completely forget about your ACTUAL friend, it pisses me the fuck off.
My best friend would rather spend time with random people who have pot than with me, her best friend since first grade who actually genuinely cares about her. So essentially, if I was obsessed with pot and drinking and smoking too, we’d still be best friends.
I’ve told her over and over that I feel this way, and still she hasn’t taken even a five fucking seconds out of her day to at least text me. I
And you know what? Fine. If you want to spend all of your free time getting high with strangers, go for it. If you won’t hang out with me because that takes up time that you could be smoking or drinking, okay.
Just don’t expect me to be there for you when you realize how goddamn stupid you’re being.
Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody understands math as much as they claim. You’re here one day and the next you’re not. God? Religion? I’ve learned a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs kissing. Take photographs having sex. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you’re puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? Go find it.