
I’m really high and feel fantastic about young people. I wonder if I’ve been depressed the whole time I’ve not been this fucked up. I wonder if I’m mourning not being famous. This is a gross thing to wonder about yourself and I’m too much of a pussy to be faced with it in an…
Partying felt less loaded than sex or friendship or family and it surprised me how people never seemed to mind as you went from knowing them to adoring them and then unknowing them, all within a six-to-eight-hour span. With ecstasy there is no serotonergic choice but for everyone to love everyone and then stop. It silenced social math. It’s only when those dials in my head go dark that I can have a good time.