Chasing the sun

i have no clue whats going on ever

there was a dark period of my life (about a week) where I was so enthused with my ice cream making that I decided I'd just eat it for breakfast every day and it seemed fine for maybe two days but then I started to feel a bit like a corpse animated by moonlight in a way I couldn't shake throughout the rest of the day

genuinely felt like a snow elf for a bit there. walking around thinking about how I didn't strictly need anything to survive, but needed a cold and dark place to lie down. started feeling like I could only speak second languages and every human I spoke to was living in the lower world, like I breathed at a rhythm they couldn't keep

which, granted, is not how one should react to the knowledge "I had ice cream for breakfast and you didn't"

Being high has me saying things like “I like friends” as if it’s some profound relization

Actually I think I do this sober too