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The Mall of Hell
After taking a little more then an eighth my friends had a brilliant idea of going holiday shopping at the mall, what a crappy idea that turned out to be, in the car the fungus hit me.
After taking a little more then an eighth my friends had a brilliant idea of going holiday shopping at the mall, what a crappy idea that turned out to be, in the car the fungus hit me. went to a gas station, partly to test my ability to be in public and also to get cigarettes. i was fine with the gas attendant so i figured i would be cool in the mall. As we get there i realized that we were gonna have to split up and i was gonna be with the only other guy who was trippin, so i begged my other friends not to leave us, i was already getting anxious. we go in and start walking around, i was convinced everyone knew and who knows, they might have, after being there for an hour in the pacted mall i was about to die, i was having trouble breathing, i begged my friends to leave and they did, we got lost on the way home, it was never ending, i was so scared. I get home and decide that if i eat something it might calm me down, but i made my dinner way too hot, but of course not being able to think i didnt realize i should just let it cool. Then my dad comes in and i figured he would go right upstiars and leave me alone, but instead he wanted to talk about my day, what a shitty time to start talking about that....anyways, i went to my room and wrote a letter to anyone asking for help, i figured someone would be able to come find me if i wrote a letter. Nobody did of course, finally my girlfriend came home and she didnt even want to hear about all my horrible experiences, instead she wanted to tell me about her day, I think that was the worst part, trying to be compassionate of her day while still freaking out over mine. My advice: DONT GO IN PUBLIC TRIPPIN THAT HARD......Bad idea