Feb 20, 2024
The weirdest thing to constantly happen to me, even when I'm not "high," is that I have scarily realistic hallucinations that I often have to verify to others (or through my Internet history) aren't real. It's embarrassing and unnerving.
If you're wondering, "then why keep a journal like this," one part is I have nowhere else to talk about this away from my family (paper diaries can be found, although I do have them anyway), and secondly it's a peculiar obsession of mine to photo parts of my life. I find it helps my depression as an act of catharsis, and I am artistic by nature. Which doesn't make it great or whatever, I'm not being snotty. Just trying to explain something even I don't quite understand.
