I'm finally back in California, and I couldn't be happier....if only everything was the way I remember it.
Where do I even begin?
My friends are mostly gone or their personalities have changed so much that they are unrecognizable.
Satan and I have been hanging out every day since I've been back, and he's not anything like I remember him to be.
For instance, he opens doors for me and he saved me from a terrible mushroom trip....he's completely in love with his ex, and part of me is terribly sad that he'll never love me, and the other part wants nothing more than friendship from him.
Being on shrooms somehow completely cleared my mind about my life.
But there is so much that is in desperate need of change.
Speaking of change, I feel like a complete outsider....
I don't know anyone these days, I don't know anything about drugs or music....I don't know what people are talking about anymore.
Some of this is almost tragic.
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