Topic: jail

I lay on my bed home alone, scared about the taste I was about to endure as well as that feeling of the onset of chemicals changing my perception. It's a feeling of vibrating unconscionably in my mind, but in reality not moving at all. It's the feeling of loosing myself and not knowing where I was going next. I drink the liquid. It tastes horrible, worst than I could remember if that was even possible. I get scared, because I'm alone, I get sick. I decided that I wasn't ready to do this by my...