Memories of Psychedelics

I've experimented with a lot of drugs in my life, and I absolutely love psychedelics. Two of the happiest moments of my life were the first time I did shrooms and a couple of months ago when I was trippin on acid at WalMart with my friends. What I learned on my first shroom trip was I had allowed myself to be happy for the first time, because I have BPD and severe depression. When I was on acid recently, my buddy showed me a song called "Angry Days" by Lagwagon and I started to realize at the peak of my trip that humans are the only ones who put barriers and complicate the world, and we as a species are capable of more than what society dictates. Nature in itself is anarchy, and I've noticed on my journeys that there are usually two types of anarchists: those who want freedom and those who want destruction. Different drugs affect different people differently, but usually psychedelics have been a positive experience, they usually allow me to think of life from another perspective and allow me to be more open minded. I used to consider myself an existential nihilist, thinking life was without purpose, but psychedelics have changed my thinking to realize that I, as an individual, cannot possibly have all the answers to the world and its creation.

Anyway, I'm thinking about leaving Durango and either going to Job Corps or to Mass. with my homie. I'm honestly not happy in Colorado and would like a change of scenery. I haven't been able to post much lately but I'll update more often.