Tra-la-la-la-la, I love living in Washington! Everything is so beautiful! And COLORFUL! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! Because it's FALL! YESSSSSSSS!!
There's something vibrating behind my eyeballs. Walk it off. It's nothing.
Hm. It seems different in these woods. Wait, where am I? No. I know. I remember.
Just breath normal. I think I'm gonna pass out. No I'm not. Maybe sit down right here.
PERSON! OH JESUS, LOOK NORMAL!
*wide-eyed look of terror directed toward oncoming hiker* "....hhhhhiiiiiiiiii....ha....haha...."
I'm gonna sit down by this waterfall. It's pretty. That's good.
Goddamn this waterfall is fucking intense. It's practically happening to ME right now.
It is. The waterfall is HAPPENING TO ME.
We should go back down. We definitely shouldn't go any further. I'd feel better if we went back down.
OK. Fine. Lets just hike up to where the sun is. Good idea. Everything will be better there.
I can't talk anymore. It isn't a good idea for anyone to hear me talk right now. I just need to write a letter. Then I'll feel better. Forever.
Dear Psychadelic Mushrooms:
This isn't easy for me to do, but I believe we've reached the end of our road. It's time to say goodbye.
Come on, there there. Don't get upset. We both know that things have changed, and we need to do what's best for ourselves, and for each other.
It's not like what we had wasn't real, right? It was beautiful, and magical! Some of the most fun times I've ever had were with YOU! Our first few years together were unforgettable. You brought me closer to my friends, gave me new perpective, taught me to appreciate nature in a way I'd never thought possible! You've made me laugh harder than anyone, ever! I mean, really! 'Til my face and stomach hurt, 'til tears streamed down my face, 'til I almost peed my pants!
Shut up. If it's less than half the bladder-full it counts as ALMOST.
Anyway.
It's like we're grasping for something we once had; trying to re-live the past, ya know? But we just can't. We've outgrown eachother. The last few times we've been together it's been clear to me that things aren't the same as they used to be. There isn't the same care-free laughter, nor the mind-opening revelations. Instead they're more like prolonged states of confusion, little bouts of amnesia, mixed with the loss of physical control, which usually leads to some kind of panic attack.
This relationship has become....Exhausting.
Now, it isn't all your fault. Even though you have come on a little strong and caught me off guard a couple times, I'll take most of the responsibility for this. I don't know how or why I changed, but I did. I guess I just have a lot more to think about now than when we were first together, and I can't handle the intensity of our union anymore. I'm being forced to move on.
Don't despair. I know there's still A LOT of other people out there that will love you just the way you are. They always have, and they always will. You'll be OK. We'll both be OK.
R.I.P Psychadelic Mushrooms.
I'll always remember the good times.
