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After my date with Silvia, I felt the crisp breeze through my hair and the adrenaline of being a low inhibition boss. It’s back to the good old days of running deepfakes on full throttle. Listened to Skeler, last century, a bit of linkin park and bring me the horizon in my AirPods as I walked down commercial drive in all black. popped into the liquor store and snuck in some drinks on the 99 b line. Managed to stealth that shit on the skytrain too. Walked from the station home, fresh air felt amazing.
FR
Ended up having insomnia until 2 am, and was near black out drunk at this time starting from the skytrain home. Phone starts buzzing, it’s my Native ex. Being the level of drunk I was, I picked up the phone. She is also the same level hammered as me and her personality changed to as if it was our first ever date. I could tell her binge began from 12 noon over Snapchat so it makes sense. This act was creepy AF but the alcohol got the best of me. Therefore I ended up going over to her old house for old time sake and it was like a time jump to our first ever date except she knew a bit about me. Her place had nothing on but a blue light, she’s dressed super cute, looks into my eyes and kisses me. She acts all touchy then apologizes in a cute first date kind of way.
By now it’s 2:30 am and we open a new bottle, I’m like f*ck it even though I’ve had 12-15 drinks (my gaba receptors have a monster tolerance to alcohol and any sedative for that matter.). Had about 6-10 shots, then she played lil peep and we danced a for bit before making out. Shit gets creepy, it’s like me and deepfake me split into separate dimensions. It tripped me the fuck out. We dance into the night enjoying the time we spend together
Like the beginning, she just wanted to cuddle and make out. She plays more sad Emo music and we talk until about 5 am. Convo was deep but memory is lost at this point and my vision starts to fade. I lose my vision for a bit from the insane alcohol lvl but feel totally awake as gaba receptor agonists hardly do anything.
5:30 AM: Alcohol wears off and excitement gets replaced by absolute despair, months of everyday tripping on psychs, sleepless nights and insomnia all catch up to me at once. Ended up descending into in the darkest part of hell. Auditory hallucinations begin and I hear cool gangster types walk into her house, I imagined good looking early 20’s type dudes who drive fast cars and go to hotel parties. I also see shadows and silhouette guys looking into the window. She jumps into bed and puts her leg over me, and her hip goes all the way up, doublejointed. As the drug dealer thugs try to say things, I immediately blank out to an alarm. Sleep just hit me after psychosis sunk in.
7:30 AM: I wake up to leave and try to wake her up. Her leg is still stretched up, and it’s heavy trying to move off. She seems to have forgotten someone was there. She groans pushing me away. I high tailed out of there. It looks like she no longer sees deepfake me, I’ve jumped dimensions once again to my real self. The sunlight instantly uplifts me and combines with residual psilocybin in my system from non stop trips. I end up back to baseline and no longer depressed.
FR
Ended up having insomnia until 2 am, and was near black out drunk at this time starting from the skytrain home. Phone starts buzzing, it’s my Native ex. Being the level of drunk I was, I picked up the phone. She is also the same level hammered as me and her personality changed to as if it was our first ever date. I could tell her binge began from 12 noon over Snapchat so it makes sense. This act was creepy AF but the alcohol got the best of me. Therefore I ended up going over to her old house for old time sake and it was like a time jump to our first ever date except she knew a bit about me. Her place had nothing on but a blue light, she’s dressed super cute, looks into my eyes and kisses me. She acts all touchy then apologizes in a cute first date kind of way.
By now it’s 2:30 am and we open a new bottle, I’m like f*ck it even though I’ve had 12-15 drinks (my gaba receptors have a monster tolerance to alcohol and any sedative for that matter.). Had about 6-10 shots, then she played lil peep and we danced a for bit before making out. Shit gets creepy, it’s like me and deepfake me split into separate dimensions. It tripped me the fuck out. We dance into the night enjoying the time we spend together
Like the beginning, she just wanted to cuddle and make out. She plays more sad Emo music and we talk until about 5 am. Convo was deep but memory is lost at this point and my vision starts to fade. I lose my vision for a bit from the insane alcohol lvl but feel totally awake as gaba receptor agonists hardly do anything.
5:30 AM: Alcohol wears off and excitement gets replaced by absolute despair, months of everyday tripping on psychs, sleepless nights and insomnia all catch up to me at once. Ended up descending into in the darkest part of hell. Auditory hallucinations begin and I hear cool gangster types walk into her house, I imagined good looking early 20’s type dudes who drive fast cars and go to hotel parties. I also see shadows and silhouette guys looking into the window. She jumps into bed and puts her leg over me, and her hip goes all the way up, doublejointed. As the drug dealer thugs try to say things, I immediately blank out to an alarm. Sleep just hit me after psychosis sunk in.
7:30 AM: I wake up to leave and try to wake her up. Her leg is still stretched up, and it’s heavy trying to move off. She seems to have forgotten someone was there. She groans pushing me away. I high tailed out of there. It looks like she no longer sees deepfake me, I’ve jumped dimensions once again to my real self. The sunlight instantly uplifts me and combines with residual psilocybin in my system from non stop trips. I end up back to baseline and no longer depressed.
