2015-10-14 at 5:46 PM UTC
From smoking literally 100,000 hits of fake PCP I have created new psychological disabilities of which the likes have never before been seen. I also get this thing where when I'm stretching my neck cords and reactivating my deficient swallow reflex by pivoting my head repeatedly in aggressive lashes I suddenly get intense head rushes that are kind of like strokes but my vision fades into millions of pixels and my eyes dilate like dinner plates and I fall down basically fainting but awake and then I break the mirror Ä°'m staring at myself in and cut my hand on the itty bitty glass shards. Am I insane? I don't know how to Google these symptoms because I might be the first human in millions of years to be afflicted with such a thing. And thus is the life course of the divine deity of the triangle. The smartest person in the boobyverse has dedicated a million hours of his prior brainpower into fighting the urge to murder/suicide and usually stays in bed unless there's internet connection available. Me mum was all like ''ALL YOU HAVE Ä°N YOUR LÄ°FE Ä°S CRACKÄ°NG YOUR BONES'' and I lol'd hard because it's true. That and complete obsession that amazingly hasn't ended badly. My dad keeps emailing me (no I won't give you his email address) and I haven't responded to him once in three months, he's probably all like ''did my son ever care about me'' feels good, man.
2015-10-14 at 6:54 PM UTC
I lold at the cracking bones part but now I'm in the exact same boat as you since running out of amphetamine. I still have 1 30mg Vyvanse pill left and like 12.5 MG of powder I emptied a capsule out of and shit I want to die
2015-10-15 at 6:35 AM UTC
Still haven't lost my shit
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2015-10-15 at 8:35 AM UTC
It means you should get Call of Duty and make a gamer tag called Sir Campsalot to 360 noscope everyone of Ashley's friends while you furiously masturbate to images of the divine triangle.
2015-10-15 at 3:47 PM UTC
I want to trill myself :o
