Probably I will be fighting crippling misery that will grow inside of me while sitting at dinner table. Same as last year. I realized that the most uplifting feeling is anticipation of Christmas, this naive belief that maybe something great will happen, but when it comes it is plain fucking meaningless depressive shit every year.
I wish Santa would bring me a box of bluepills so I can become dumb, jabbed, taxed and happy goy, who enjoys compulsive consumption.
They are called MDMA pills. I recommend the speckled beige colored ones. They smell like anise. Cheers.
All psychoactive substances should be legal and sold on free market with quality regulations, that being said, I think it is recipe for disaster to use something when feeling depressive as shit
Excellent point. Drugs are not for the depressed.
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