Endless Wounds Heal

Last nite was so fucked. I don't even know how to describe it to you if you weren't there. And the people that were there...I don't think they can explain it either. I honestly don't think I've ever done acid before last nite. I know I was told it was...but last nite...I had the wierdest, most in my head trip. I had flashbacks to things that I don't even know whether or not were actually parts of my life. It was that fucked.

Honestly, you think you know yourself and then you do something like that and...you realize that maybe you never knew what you were capable of.

I also realized I am very insecure and need to deal with that. I'm not sure how but I am working on it. Somehow, the red pants are helping ahahah.

I wish that the next 2 weeks would just be over already. I officially put my 2 weeks in at work yesterday...I felt kinda guilty and then my mananger asked me "What was your name again?" and then I laughed about me feeling guilty cuz he honestly doesn't even care or know who I am.

I am pumped for when Lea comes down...it will be a drug binge for damn sure. And then I am going home and then me and Nicole should be moving into our new apartment. Which we are actually gonna make a home...or try to. This apartment just feels like a random youth hostel. I feel like there should be a dirty old man with no shoes that lives here like at the youth hostel I stayed in in Quebec.

My mind is still pretty fucked I'd say. Kyle and I went to McDonald's and I am so fucking full and kinda grossed out. It was so good tho.

I hope I don't look like a hardened drug user.