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"You lose yourself, you reappear;
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear.
Alone you stand with nobody near;

When a trembling distant voice, unclear,

Startles your sleeping ears to hear,

That somebody thinks they really found you."

Layla, 18, NYC
We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers… Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get locked into a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can.

— Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

I hate

When I’m lonely and have too much time to think. When I think too much i doubt myself.