And I finally destroyed them. They were obsessed with me.
I’ve had enough.
Imagine me smoking weed at 5pm and talking to them for hours or daydreaming into oblivion. It’s a waste of time.
I destroyed my higher self too. Fed up of hearing his false promises of jumping realities. The only way to do that is through death, and I ain’t dying.
I obliterated the people/voices/Goddesses into aether and scattered it wherever it was.
I just need to keep busy now. I was almost gonna smoke a gram of cannabis everyday in order to jump realities or manifest things. Delusional.
I can live a good life here on Planet Earth doing the things I love.