Overall, not what I had in mind.
Friday after school I hung out with a friend. We kind of just went around meowing at people for a few hours, playing my ocarina and eating candy. Saturday I hung out with my family and slept and stuff. Sunday was a little different.
I met up with Kristin and a bunch of her friends who I had either met once before, or just met for the first time. I hung out with them and their copious amounts of weed for a little while, then went with her and Mikey to another house. I was very high at this time and I tried mdma (who I may refer to as molly). The three of us went to lavish around 10:30, met up with Maple, and more of Kristin's friends. Shortly after, molly set in, we were all rolling and all I could feel was an intense euphoria. I was the most social I have ever been in my entire life and couldn't have stopped dancing if you tied me down, basically. Negativity didn't even exist. The whole concept of harmony with humans, and how society should be better connected, etc was actually... well, it was happening.. for those of us who were rolling, anyway. I mostly hung out with Kristin, Maple and Mikey for the night, and I think a handful of people got a contact high from us. Not to mention, Mikey was dressed as a fox, Maple was dressed as a 6'7" chesire cat and I had my cat ears on and tons of bright colours. Goddamn, it was fun. I enjoy those people, they're so nice and easygoing. I'm not gonna explain any direct details of the night, but yeah, we started walking back to the first house around 2am and hung out there with their copious amounts of weed until 4 or 5am, then went to Maple's house where I had the most glorious sleep ever.
Monday was weird. Occasionally I'd get a brief buzz, and then I'd get a brief comedown. The comedown was terrible. If rolling felt like a 20/10 on the happy scale, the comedown feels like a -10/10. I went home in the morning, having to walk in the rain a lot, then later met up with some people downtown and hung out for a bit. By the time I got home that night, any slight buzz was completely gone and I've basically been dealing with the comedown ever since. It got reeaally bad on Tuesday.
Tuesday, by the time I woke up, showered, got ready and went out I felt like sleeping more, or not existing somehow. I went to a friend's house and we watched movies all day. The comedown was so terrible, I was almost too depressed to talk and felt like crying every five seconds. Luckily, said friend is pretty great and still liked hanging out with me, even though I was clearly not well. I have to say, he has the coolest house in the world. Literally every inch of every wall in his house is covered with really old movie posters, music posters, art work, or some other neat stuff. They have these super old cars from the 60s, thousands of records, a 1950s radio and all this amazing punk rock stuff. When he was showing me around, I literally felt like I was in an episode of cribs. His step dad's been singing in a moderately successful punk rock band for 30 years, which I guess can kind of explain all the incredible stuff. The combination of that awesome house and hanging out with him made the comedown more bearable and it was kind of a decent day, considering. He's such a great friend to me and I'm excited to hang out with him again sometime, when I'm not, y'know, wishing I were dead.
Wednesday and today I've basically just been sleeping, hanging out with my mom, and focusing on feeling better. My mom wants to move again, so we've been doing lots of driving around, looking at potential future homes. I don't know how I feel about that. I guess it's good that I'd be moving more into the city, but change is just so overwhelming.
I don't really know what I'm doing with the rest of break. There isn't much time left. I guess I have homework that isn't really mandatory, but I'm sure I'll be swamped if I don't at least do a bit of it. I'm disappointed, because I was hoping to hang out with a lot more people this break (Alexander, Sam, Rachel, etc) and I was supposed to go hand out more resumes, but that just makes me nfjknfc. At this point, I've applied to literally around 100 places since last summer and I've only gotten 3 interviews, ever.
I don't know what to do. I need more hours in a day.
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