sitting in my room by myself

i'm a second time tripper. i sit here in my room tripping on shrooms. i have a mixture of love and hate for the people i know. almost everything is acceptable. i come from a pretty close-minded family, but my mind is beginning to broaden. i don't know what i want from shrooms, but i am more than willing to try all sorts of them. i can't remember what soberness feels like. everything is sparadic and warping. i love it. i love it, i love it, i love it. sorry if this trip story sucks a fuck, but i am tripping out and i can't describe it. everything is the moment, and the moment is everything. bye