Neurodoom
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- Aug 13, 2019
- 30
Alcohol makes me a lot more extroverted and lubricated for the anal fucking that life is doing to me. I can also get hopelessly enraged and slowed down so much that I have too much time to realize that I'm alone and I probably will stay that way. The only silver lining is that I can stand myself a bit more drinking even though the pain and regret and self-disdain is apparent in between sips.
Weed is calming for the most part, but it drives my anxiety straight through my body like liquid lightning, and carries with it past traumas that makes me feel like the smallest most pathetic being to exist on a cellular level. The opposite of being high, I feel low. Sucked in but still intoxicated enough where at least the most obvious current problems are hidden, stashed away in the peripheral abyss that can't stare into me for the next couple hours!
Cocaine overall makes me feel like I am the most confident I could be. I can skateboard down massive hills and feel like the wind lifts me along effortlessly. I don't feel like I'm in trouble. Of the duration I just want to communicate or talk or move around with someone. Mentally the only downfall is the slight paranoia of possessing the actual substance, the comedown of knowing this feeling isn't permanent and having to go back to real life the next morning.
Acid is the one drug that captivates me in a way emotionally, spiritually, mentally to where I feel like I have a clean slate. I can process things in my life that might not have been enjoyable in a way where I can convince myself truly was no fault of my own, and that my future is going to be the same as my past; somewhat in my hands, but ultimately out of my control. And that acceptance and forgiveness is real. The conceptualization of self and enlightenments are real. Or at least I think. I feel like I can solve all my problems and make my livelihood drastically better. Any depressive energy in my brain is gone. Until it all wears off and I realize everything witnessed is my perception which was just fucked beyond comprehension by LSD, but amazing.
Meth just makes me into the closest thing resembling a hybrid between human and horny ape. Inhibitions escape, and I do things I probably will hate myself for. The subsequent binging of porn, deviant behavior, constant chain smoking of cigarettes and lack of needing food or sleep makes me feel like people are actively judging me wether they know or not. Truly not for the faint of heart, and I have a love hate relationship with this even though I will never submit myself to it, because I respect its raw power and lure to the vulnerable which I am.
Weed is calming for the most part, but it drives my anxiety straight through my body like liquid lightning, and carries with it past traumas that makes me feel like the smallest most pathetic being to exist on a cellular level. The opposite of being high, I feel low. Sucked in but still intoxicated enough where at least the most obvious current problems are hidden, stashed away in the peripheral abyss that can't stare into me for the next couple hours!
Cocaine overall makes me feel like I am the most confident I could be. I can skateboard down massive hills and feel like the wind lifts me along effortlessly. I don't feel like I'm in trouble. Of the duration I just want to communicate or talk or move around with someone. Mentally the only downfall is the slight paranoia of possessing the actual substance, the comedown of knowing this feeling isn't permanent and having to go back to real life the next morning.
Acid is the one drug that captivates me in a way emotionally, spiritually, mentally to where I feel like I have a clean slate. I can process things in my life that might not have been enjoyable in a way where I can convince myself truly was no fault of my own, and that my future is going to be the same as my past; somewhat in my hands, but ultimately out of my control. And that acceptance and forgiveness is real. The conceptualization of self and enlightenments are real. Or at least I think. I feel like I can solve all my problems and make my livelihood drastically better. Any depressive energy in my brain is gone. Until it all wears off and I realize everything witnessed is my perception which was just fucked beyond comprehension by LSD, but amazing.
Meth just makes me into the closest thing resembling a hybrid between human and horny ape. Inhibitions escape, and I do things I probably will hate myself for. The subsequent binging of porn, deviant behavior, constant chain smoking of cigarettes and lack of needing food or sleep makes me feel like people are actively judging me wether they know or not. Truly not for the faint of heart, and I have a love hate relationship with this even though I will never submit myself to it, because I respect its raw power and lure to the vulnerable which I am.