Today, I got high.
Early morning: I borrowed a bottle of Gatorade and swallowed them fast. Speed, five pills or so, red ones... I'm not sure exactly what they were. Within an hour, I was there. Euphoria, the escape. Felt so good. The world opened up for me. I loved it. I loved everything. I felt everything, and knew it would all leave me soon.
The questions make me cry.
I know that it isn't me... I know it's all a fake. But for once I feel like a human being, and it's beautiful. Beautiful. I question myself, my real self, driving for an answer. What is wrong with me? I just want to know why. Why I'm always miserable. Why I'm not a better person.
Is this how I'm supposed to feel?
Is this how it's supposed to be?
And I hate it. I want it to last forever, but I'm chained to myself; the person who I'll always be. The person I'll never escape. (Hi, I'm David, and I want to be happy.) Fatigue. Withdrawn and dejected. I'm a terrible person.
And maybe it's just self-pity.
And maybe it's inexperience, maybe it's cliché, or maybe just the blindness of youth. Now I wish I'd never had these drugs. I wish I'd never tried them. I wish I had my ignorance. I wish I wasn't me.