C. S. Scott here. Diving into the areas of spirituality, anything macabre, Sara Quin and all the areas between the lines..
Holy fuck am I ever a fucking little shit.
3:30am edit; couldn’t take it more than a day. Had a cigarette. Only feel more shittier than I have before. Holy fuck.
Shroom run, meditation then writing the day away.
Good day to you all.