“My typology is . . . not in any sense to stick labels on people at first sight. It is not a physiognomy and not an anthropological system, but a critical psychology dealing with the organization and delimitation of psychic processes that can be shown to be typical.” —C.G. Jung
Update: the acid trip was amazing. It was wild and raw. I felt like me and my two friends who were tripping with me were all wild animals separated from society. So much laughter, talking in gibberish the whole time, touching each other, seeing things.
Anyways, after that I slept that night at one of their places got up smoked weed to “recover” and it was time for me to get back to work so I snorted a line of meth and went to McDonald’s bought pants from Walmart because I have to wear pants to work and I couldn’t go back home and finally went to work where I saw my dad after not contacting the family for over a day and he took me home so I could get my medicine and be insulted
whole i recover here by tonight I’m gonna pack all my things when everyone’s asleep and walk to my friends house and stay with them from now on
My phone service was cancelled so I can’t take a ride and my car is being taken away
I’m ready girlfran
・゚*✧ 𝓘 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝓘 𝒹𝑜 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝑒𝓇𝓋𝑒 ✧*:・゚