today was brootal as hell.
So I went out to see if I could somehow save my semester, but then I realized—bro, I didn’t even have classes today. Why? ’Cause I didn’t have my damn phone to check messages from my normie classmates. So I just said “fuck it,” grabbed a torta no kema cuh, and dipped the hell out to Chamilpa forest (it’s near my uni) to hunt for some MAGIC shrooms.
I had to walk like 2 km to get there, and honestly it was wild being in a forest for the first time. But since I was on risperidone and fluoxetine, I was paranoid as fuck. My brain was just cooking up random intrusive bullshit the whole time JFL
Too bad I didn’t have my phone, but I spent at least two hours wandering around. I found this busted wooden bridge, some rock formation that looked kinda like a cave, and other trippy stuff. I couldn’t find any mushrooms though, mostly because I kept zoning out and staring at the sky thanks to the risperidone (acute dystonia moment ). Pretty sure I wandered off the trail felt like I was straight up in the damn Slenderman game. I went deep enough into the woods that if some freaky killercel showed up, no one would even hear me scream.
After being fried by paranoia from my brain meds, I somehow made it back without getting lost (shoutout to my memory for not being completely cooked yet). I did find some mushrooms in the end, but turns out they weren’t psilocybinand bro… I legit felt like offing myself right there.
Anyway, tomorrow I’m gonna try my luck again hunting for shrooms in cow shit near my house, wish me luck brocels
(A test of the mushroom turned into shit because I put it in my backpack)
So I went out to see if I could somehow save my semester, but then I realized—bro, I didn’t even have classes today. Why? ’Cause I didn’t have my damn phone to check messages from my normie classmates. So I just said “fuck it,” grabbed a torta no kema cuh, and dipped the hell out to Chamilpa forest (it’s near my uni) to hunt for some MAGIC shrooms.
I had to walk like 2 km to get there, and honestly it was wild being in a forest for the first time. But since I was on risperidone and fluoxetine, I was paranoid as fuck. My brain was just cooking up random intrusive bullshit the whole time JFL
Too bad I didn’t have my phone, but I spent at least two hours wandering around. I found this busted wooden bridge, some rock formation that looked kinda like a cave, and other trippy stuff. I couldn’t find any mushrooms though, mostly because I kept zoning out and staring at the sky thanks to the risperidone (acute dystonia moment ). Pretty sure I wandered off the trail felt like I was straight up in the damn Slenderman game. I went deep enough into the woods that if some freaky killercel showed up, no one would even hear me scream.
After being fried by paranoia from my brain meds, I somehow made it back without getting lost (shoutout to my memory for not being completely cooked yet). I did find some mushrooms in the end, but turns out they weren’t psilocybin
and bro… I legit felt like offing myself right there.Anyway, tomorrow I’m gonna try my luck again hunting for shrooms in cow shit near my house, wish me luck brocels
(A test of the mushroom turned into shit because I put it in my backpack
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