I had gotten home on a Friday and was exhausted from the week of work. Remembering I had found 2 doses in a box earlier in the week I figured I'd take both and hope to feel a slight buzz. I dropped them and finished my beer. It was around 8pm and I dozed off on the couch. Woke up at 10pm and was confused at first why I was seeing shit but quickly remembered I had taken the acid. I was alone so I went to lay in my bed and try to sleep it off seeing as it was debilitating how hard I was tripping. I remember sitting in my bed having vivid open eye visuals and saw my entire personality. My entire life, everything I have ever known, and my entire being was layed out in front of me. Then it abruptly slammed shut and dropped out of existence leaving me standing in front just white with a big curser blinking at me. What followed was incredibly introspective and what scared me was that the solution I came to about everything was suicide but I chose to find meaning instead. I gained incredible insite and understanding beyond what I'm capable of typing here tonight. The next day my buddy sent me this and it blew my mind how much it made sense where just hours before I'd be like "what the fuck?"
Suicide huh. Iv come to the same conclusion on acid
And yet, we are still here.
Yea well. There’s no point in rushing the inevitable. There’s stuff I like to do that I can’t do if I’m dead
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