Fear, Looping and Loathing.

Once I started, it was cool. I could laugh at just about everything, for so long I had fun.
Jibber jabber made sense to everyone, I could just float and skull my beer, steal Byrons liqour. People gave me beer.
3 tabs for 20 bucks isn't bad.
Some dexies along the way.
Weed destroyed me.

Plagued with paranoia, schizophrenia indulges and consumes reality.
I couldn't set myself free, trapped in the new loop, there was no end.
Every person had questions, and if I answered the questions..
My fate was on the line. My future would be locked in and I would be doomed.

I couldn't answer, I could not hear. Quick blanks of nothing made me confused and scared.
Cry.
Cry.
Cry.
Cry.

People would lead me somewhere to answer a question, I didn't want to give answers. I had no idea, no idea that they we're telling the truth. No idea whether I was hearing the truth.
I couldn't drive, can't get in the car, people in the car wanted something from me.
I was hearing nonsense, they wouldn't let me be. Stress stress stress.
However, it was funny.
I was in such a state where nothing made sense and it scared me. It was so illogical that I became burned with fear and loathing for the third or fourth time.
I gathered my senses and felt incredibly mashed. I realised that no one was after me, and that I had a pack of cigarettes, and Connor was driving.
I hope someone gives me some more detail of what happened, because I can't really remember.
Now I know what a true loop feels like. Whatever you do to change reality, nothing you do works, and it feels like it will never end.
In the end, it does. I worked out that you have to relax.
And smash a lot of booze.

Dancing on acid is amazing too. Wobbling is fun.