the miserable life of a miserable teenager

My senses are heightened and I feel warm inside.

Suicide, far from my mind, I finally have the key.

Can’t get addicted, already have enough going on.

Everything slightly shifts when you look at it. With a little sparkle, that I can’t get out of my eyes.

I always hated eating mushrooms, still do.

But if there’s a promised trip, I might give it a try.

Who knew it’d be this different, so captivating?

It’s like weed, only more energized. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

More bright.

I’ll miss this when I go back to the empty feeling, I can’t run away from.

Would it be so bad to chase this more often?

It’s not that bad, right?

I mean, mushrooms are natural.

Can’t be that harmful.