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Just recently I was experiencing a REALLY bad trip.

Found my self getting completely irritated, and annoyed

and found myself at a fork in the road.

I journeyed down the less familiar road and found myself

riding through this treacherous course of twists and turns.

I begin to panic.

Left and right, one after another. Had no clue what to expect around the next bend.

It grew dark and foggy. I should have been slowing down, but I kept my speed up.

I hit a wet spot, and spun carelessly out of control. Falling endlessly down the steep cliff.

All went dark.

I try to open my eyes, but the weight of a thousand guilts keep them close.

I reach my hands out and feel something foreign.

What could it be? Is this my blood?

Whatever it was, it left me empty, and in pain.

I pass out.

Hours later I wake up, looking up at a cold white ceiling.

What happened? Where was I?

Couldn’t remember anything from the previous night.

I remember enough to say this though.

Never again am I traveling down an unfamiliar path.

The worst trip ever.