I was born in 1990. My dad died when I was 5 weeks old on July 17th. My grandparents talk about how different my life would've been had he be alivde. I'm 23 years old writing this. I almost died a couple times. Mom calls me a cat with nine lives. I overdosed on DXM, I was calling myself Bob Marley Jesus. I don't know where that came from. I had visions of the apocolypse. I was actually getting married to some dark haired gentleman and in my wedding dress. When we kissed, I saw fire coming down from the heavens.
I had actually gone to church on this drug. I and my friend both saw grey, etheral looking figures on the stage. I saw evil, but my friend said that they looked sad. I also saw fear. We both saw Jesus, too. In our minds. I had some other scary visions. I saw the astral grid. I did dxm a couple more times. I liked to trip. I didn't want to stop. I kept trying to figure things out. These days I have been really trying to get sober, and stop. I tried the drugs because I had been neglected, and I had no attention. My family lavished me with toys and presents, as if trying to buy my affections, but it didn't work. I was unfilfilled, with them putting me in itchy dresses, and trying to put bows in my hair, and comb out the knots I got from being basically a girl that played rough with the boys. Catching fish, reptiles, bugs, and playing with the animals, and trying to pretend I was interested in sports like they were. They all thought something was wrong with me. If they knew how I felt inside, they'd know it wasn't me, that it was everything else.
I had discovered this door but something escorted me away from it. I had visions of my soul being stolen. I had strange dreams. They call me a clown named WTF. He has red hair and long, sharp nails. I remember a lot of fights. And I wore all black. But that's all I know. And there was some mention of the Goddess Nemesis.
I think I got beat up really badly as WTF. Something flew in my window and said "Nemesis and It were best friends until he quit talking one day." I was trippin' with Olivia and the name or word Nemesis came to mind. Olivia was my best friend. I could talk to her about anything. We talked about all of the weird stuff together, our dreams and our visions and what had happened to us.
I did some acid awhile back. I had a lot of fun. I listened to a lot of music, and communicated with the spirits. I saw some single-celled pond organism of Homer Simpson and a patriotic Chubaca.
