I really want to do a solo-trip, but there’s a part of me that knows that’s not a good idea. I say that because I had a really bad trip when I dropped with a couple of mates about two months ago. I didn’t physically freak out or anything; I was just left alone in the backyard with my thoughts and I discovered a part of me that I thought I was done with, a part of me that isn’t very nice (for lack of stronger words) to myself. And what’s worse is, I knew that the thoughts I was were bad, but I kept pushing them, almost like I wanted to have a bad trip. Knowing me, I probably will end up doing a solo trip, and if it ends up being a bad trip, so be it. Atleast then I’ll know.
I’m not saying I’m scared of my mind, I just know what it’s capable of.
- garyboosey posted this