My tent, my backpack, my medicine, the agar, everything.
The trap: no money so no cure so no work so no money. And how I can escape the trap.
Through crazy luck, I acquired the psilocybin I have been looking for.
I had a great plan. It almost turned my life around.
My symptoms are better, I have an opportunity to earn money, but I need more medicine.
Psilocybin is a cure.
I know where I need to go to heal, but I don’t have enough money.
Some guys tried to kill me. Just a normal day in my life.
I’m certain you won’t understand. But I’m sure you will keep me in your #thoughts and #prayers.
Hope causes suffering. Optimism is a perspective.