Existential end - read if you know me
Hi everyone. Sunnybrook hospital and secret authorities turned me into a robot. I'm still in my body, though. Salvia, Robitussin(DXM), Benadryl, and antipsychotics made it so. My soul is in there but my body is hijacked. At least for now. They put a smile on us and trap us in hell. March 05, 2015. Oh, and cigarettes really did me in, in their own way.
Love, Daniel.
I'm in there.
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Well. I withdrew from all drugs about a week ago. I went through some heat and sweating-related torture and some reminiscence about being in a hydrogen bomb explosion. Or in its range. All I can say is I'm thankful I didn't feel trauma and that my emotions are back. Sometimes, lately, it's been quite apparent that my body is hijacked on the crude motor level. And my mind is filled with voices that start and stop. But I nearly succeed at thinking of everything as being enjoyable. Save the torture.
Thanks