Does anyone share this odd feeling? It's a feeling like, as if for the past month, everything we've been doing is just packing up, like preparing for the apocalypse? maybe im just paranoid, or maybe its the drugs, but i just get this kinda dreadful feeling that we're all just fillin our suitcases to fly to mars. like i can see myself in an underground concrete room, with a single light hanging from the ceiling. its very strange and it bothers me a little.

and i am aware i havent been on, i probably wont due to school and shit.