i'm not one for emotional/mental crutches, but these past few days have been like quicksand and i just went full on pill cocktail. (but heads up if you have a bad day and you experiment like i did, a zombie would look at you and go "the fuck happened to you?" so you'd look dead to a zombie. which is like inception dead.) a part of me hoped that by deadening my nerves, brain, and body, but still managing to walk about and be somewhat responsive i would transcend existence and get catapulted into the void. whoops still here.










