sand.

I went to Frenchy's.
Meghan sold me stuff.
I went to Leah's, we had a talk.
We bought 3 grams of shrooms each.
Vibrating blue out of Leah's mouth, jumbo and small waves, plants growing out of the walls, Leah's face coming closer and further, things running next to the walls, feeling like the floor is swallowing you whole, that my fingeres were falling off, not letting go of Leah's legs so I wouldn't fell, running up and down steps and forgetting which floor I was on, sand coming out of my mouth, my mouth collapsing upon itself, constant need to scream "I HATE THIS DRUG, BUT I LOVE THIS DRUG", twirling in circles screaming "so many doors, so many stairs", scratching myself, pulling my hair, needing to draw, long legs with small torsos everywheres, disorganized thoughts, fear of not going back to reality, wanting to talk to my mom, random words, random feelings.
Thats my trip, but so much more than that.
I'm glad Leah was with me, she thought she was a cat.
She said my energy was hurting her at some points.
Christ.
We hung out in a playground until we came down.
I went to bed.