I haven't used drugs.

But I want to - And it's the weirdest thing.. There's a force (Anti-addiction?) that has been preventing me from buying any for a long time.

I don't care about the force.. but I'm listening to it - Maybe it has a point. Maybe I should listen to it fully.

But the world has ended many years ago. What's the point of even living when I'm like this. The only reason that I'm still living is because I fear the afterlife.

I used to be an atheist. Until my big trip. I'm forever lost in an endless hell.

But I'm a good person. I've done many good things.. I will continue to try and live by helping others (Once I get my mind sorted out).

I can't accept my fate - Because I have hope. It's horrible. The bad trip cooked my brain like eggs.