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It was June 1st of this year that I took the biggest dose of psilocybin of my life. The only reason I know the exact date is that I had a notebook with me and was determined to document my every thought. The notebook didn't really serve the purpose that I had hoped it would but I'll get to that later. I have a lot of experience with all manner of things that make shit get weird. As far as psychedelics go, I have experience with LSD, DMT, Ketamine, Salvia, 25I, 25B, 25C, -NBOME, and Psilocybin a number of times. I'd say that this was my 5th or 6th mushroom experience.
I hadn't planned to trip that day and it was just kind of a spur of the moment thing. I was living at home with my mother at the time. Now, my mom and I have a rather interesting relationship. She used to be unaware of literally everything, until one day a cop called her to come to where I was pulled over and showed her a case of rigs that belonged to me. After that she had a good idea of Real drugs Vs. Everything else, it actually improved our dynamic, but that's a story for another time.
Knowing my mom was going be in and out of the house all day I didn't want to me all paranoid about her finding out I was tripping so I did the only thing I knew for a fact would quell my anxiety about it and prevent me from going into a bad trip. I told her. I went upstairs and told her that I was going to be tripping on mushrooms and wanted her to know so I didn't go into a bad trip if she tried to talk to me. (For me there's is always a ton of anxiety associated with talking to people who don't know your tripping) At first she was a little taken aback and seemed more concerned than anything else. She said all the normal stuff most people with misconceptions and lies about drugs in general pumped into their heads since childhood would say. "Don't do it, I don't want to take you to the hospital." "What if you overdose and die?!" "If you trip once you'll fuck up your life. 8) Etc... I explained all about the safety and wide use of the mushroom and she was actually really receptive to what I had to say. I told her about how legal substances kill far more people than illegal ones, especially psilocybin. I told her about the benign and blissful nature of the high. I told her that I would still be in complete control of my actions. Finally, I told her about the spiritual side of the effects and about how I wanted to see if I could push my consciousness past our 5 sense, visible light reality and come back with a bit of knowledge I didn't have prior. She see's me meditate in the backyard everyday, so I feel that this argument was especially effective.
After about 15-20 minutes of talking with her I could tell that she had been sufficiently pacified and would no longer be a threat to the enjoyment of my experience. I was clear for take off. I grabbed a big glass of orange juice and headed downstairs to my room to lay out my dose.
I had a decent stash of 00 red capsules containing the miracle powder. Each capsules held about .4 -.6 grams. I opened my little pouch of goodness and decided at that moment that I wanted to go further than I had ever gone before. The most I had done previously was an 8th (I'm not going to insult your intelligence by stating how many grams are in an 8th) I knew what an eighter felt like and I figured that if I really wanted to go into the void that I would need double that plus a G for good measure. I'm 6'3 180lbs (was 19 at the time) and wanted to BE SURE I would have a stellar experience. I was already one step ahead of myself not having eaten anything yet.
I separated out 16 caps onto a book, put my OJ next to my caps, and sat down to meditate on happiness, love, and what I wanted out of the experience.The mediation part may or may not sound silly to you. We all use these chemicals in different ways.. Some to party, some to forget, some to remember. For me my goal varies each time and depends of what I am using. When I use coke it's because I want to be the life of the party, talk to everyone about everything, and have a guaranteed good time. When I use ecstasy it's usually because I want to get intimate with a girly friend, feel love as a tangible thing, and lose myself in another body. When I use mushrooms (This time especially), It's because I want to get into contact with the pure essence of who and what I am. I want to see myself stripped bare of all of my worldly attachments, biases, and opinions. I want to molt back into the life force that created, continued to create, and is itself everything. I meditate in order to facilitate that process.
When I had brought myself to a good place emotionally, mentally, and spiritually.... I decided the time was nigh, got up, grabbed my notebook and a pen, picked up the capsules and took them one by one with a gulp of orange juice as to attempt a layering effect.
My notebook indicates that I swallowed the 16th capsule at almost exactly 12:15PM
The purpose of my notebook was to document all the revolutionary ideas I was bound to have! After all, every other time I tripped could literally feel tons of information being thrown at me only to be forgotten later. If I could only record some of it I would surely go down in history as the boy who figured it all out! I resolved to not let that notebook and pen leave my side for a second and to write down everything that came to mind. I am a person that is convinced everything happens for a reason. Not really a fatalist, but I know there's a rhythm to everything. At one point I remember thinking about why I was writing. What was the purpose. Was I writing for myself or was I writing for the benefit of all mankind. I actually had that thought.... Needless to say, my narcissism has receded since this experience.
--12:20 I get a call from two of my friends, almost one right after the other. I have the thought that maybe this is the universe's way of telling me that I should enjoy this experience with friends. We'll call them R & S. R asks if I want to hang to which I tell him to come over. Next, S asks if I want to come with him to pick up laundry. I tell him that I'll be with R and he agrees to pick us both up.
--12:30 R arrived and came around the house to me smoking a cigarette. My mom was also outside within earshot watering some plants along the side of the house. I greet my friend and, unable to tame my enthusiasm, immediately start telling him about how I just took over a quarter of mushrooms and how excited I was to see the results! He didn't say a single word, just dropped his jaw and shot nervous glances from me to my mom & back again. It didn't hit me right away but after a few minutes I understood what he was in awe over and just said "Oh, she knows." After a very emphasized "REALLY?!" We both laughed, agreed on it being awesome, and carried on.
Conversation with R seemed to be sporadic, with pauses every so often. Not really awkward, just kind of part of the flow of our conversation. I think it probably had something to do with the fact that I was writing in a notebook while talking to him
--12:35- S arrived at my houses and picked up R & I. We both piled into his jeep. I fill S in on what I had taken and my moms acceptance of it. We share a laugh and he tells me that since it's cool, he would like some as well to trip at the house w/ me. I agree. At this point everything is looking especially sunny and my mood is noticeably elevated.
---12:40- We get to the laundromat and S gets out of the jeep and goes inside. The short ride here has done wonders for my high. Everyday, normal things are starting to make less sense. Riding in a car feels like the product of some sort of magic. I am surprised at how quickly the effects are coming on.
--12:45- This is where things get a little less linear... I remember being almost totally unaware of what was going on outside of the jeep but also really unaware of what was happening inside the jeep. It felt like I was in a small submarine deep in the ocean and that there was nothing but water for miles, again this was a feeling not a sight. I was looking at my friend R. He spoke a series of words at me then paused. I knew that I was supposed to have some sort of reply but I honestly couldn't figure out what he said. I'm not sure if it was because I heard him and then quickly forgot or never even heard. I said "Hey man I'm really sorry, I didn't hear a word you just said." He laughed and said that I was so honest when I was tripping. When S got back in the car R told him what happened and again commented on me being honest. I thought about it probably more than it needed to be thought about. I told myself that I needed to be honest all of the time from then on. All of the little resolutions one makes to themselves while tripping are pretty interesting. They seem so direly important at the time.
We started heading back to my place. At this point I stop noting the time next to my little journal entries and just start writing wildly. Most of the writing is illegible. I have bad handwriting to begin with, add tripping and then throw in trying to write in a moving jeep and you'll end up with a page full of unreadable junk. I don't think anything I wrote would be very interesting even if you could read it.
When we got back to my house I gave my friend S what he wanted so he could join in. He took about an 8th and we all went to sit at my out side table to enjoy the sunlight and the woods at the edge of my back yard. The three of us talked about things I don't recall for what seemed like a long time but was really probably only 20-30 minutes. Just long enough for me to get into the full swing of things. I feel that by now I am feeling the full effects. Speech seems foreign and unwieldy. The trees, grass, and sky sort of come together in one painting like image, I realize that I can't look at one with out seeing the other. My back yard looks so detailed and vivid... almost too detailed to be real . I am in a state of pure appreciation.
I look down at my notebook sitting on the table and realize how ridiculous what I am trying to do is. There's no way that I can capture the beauty of what I am seeing with words. Even describing what I am seeing aloud to my friends seems to muddle it, make it less than. I conclude that trying to document every thought as it happens, is an insult to the experience. Upon going inside and tucking the notebook into it's proper place I feel a since of relief. As if I had just been given permission not to finish some massive school assignment. When I returned to my friends R asked me where the notebook was. I told them I put it away and they both burst out laughing.
A short while later decided I wanted to meditate so both of my friends went inside while I walked onto the grass in my yard to sit. I sat down and crossed my legs but didn't close my eyes. I just sat there taking everything in. I heard crickets chirping sharply and wind rolling through the vast empty space that was all around me. I saw incredibly bright greens in the trees and dark comforting browns in the space between. All of the colors seemed to ebb and flow together. I felt my heart beat increase as the patterns became more and more obvious. When the organic shapes folding in on themselves consumed my field of vision, I closed my eyes.
I'm not sure if what happened next actually happened and was "real" or if it was just a trick of perception. Nor do I know the difference or even if there is one. What I do know is, this is what I experienced.
As I closed my eyes the vibrant colors were replaced with the dull red light of the sun coming through my eyelids. When I focused all my attention on my current state of breathing, I became even more aware of the sounds around me. The crickets seemed to chirp louder and faster. My heart beat louder and faster. The wind did the same. As I took my first mindful, controlled breath a calm came about everything. My heart slowed down, the wind slowed down, the crickets slowed down. The next breath did the same thing, and the next, and the next. Gradually my environment along with my breath and heart calmed down. Each slowed, little by little until there was no difference. Each sensation was one. The crickets chirped when my heart beat. The wind blew when I Inhaled. The wind blew when I exhaled. The wind stopped in between my breaths. I no longer felt I had a body. There was no more me. I was everything and everything was me. My attention was moved away from my breath and towards my vision. I watched as the dim red glow of the sun through my lids slowly faded into black emptiness. With every slow breath the darkness got brighter and brighter but somehow still maintained a sense of black. With the motion of stage curtains slowly and deliberately being pulled open each shade of gray split into two and moved off to the side revealing progressively lighter shades. With each exhale there was a layer pulled back. And another. And another. There were an impossible number of shades, each one noticeably lighter. I'm not sure how many layer there were. Maybe a thousand, maybe ten but each one was pulled away very slowly and consistently until a tiny shapeless prick of the brightest purest white light I have ever seen was revealed. Seeing the light seems like such a cliche thing but I swear to everything it was there... Seeing this tiny ray of light was not a purely visible experience. With the visual came a feeling of understanding that I think may be impossible to put into words. Seeing the light was understanding the light. The light was very quick and abrupt compared to the "curtains". I saw it, that was it. I did not get the chance to look at it as one does not get the chance to look at the sun. It was too bright. It forced me to open my eyes immediately.
Upon opening my eyes I was rather harshly slammed back into this realm of experience. It looked like everything was shuffled back together. For a split second or two after being forced to open my eyes, everything had many different colored aura's that all came, assembling themselves back together into the normal solid objects I see everyday. Almost like a deck of cards being shuffled. For a split second the cards are separate until they all come down, making 1 deck.
This whole experience with the layers and the light seemed perfectly normal and natural while it was happening. It wasn't until the light forced me to open my eyes that I could even grasp that what had just happened to me was at all strange. The entire time I had no thoughts. No opinions. Nothing was good or bad, it just was.
The only piece of retrievable information that I was left with after this was the idea that getting closer to nature was in fact getting closer to ourselves.
This was the 30 minutes that lasted a life time, 10000 life times.
I got up from the grass and walked inside my house to my friends playing a star wars version of trials. I love the game trials and had never seen that version before but was so in awe of what just happened to me that my friends showed me, I looked and did not respond. I later looked at the TV and exploded with WOAHHH DUUDE THIS IS AWESOME....
I tried to explain to my friends what had just happened but I couldn't get the words to come out right. Nothing I could say even felt like it came close to paying homage to what I had just experienced. It's taken me this long to even attempt to write about it.
After I got my friends away from the television and back outside, all chilled and stared at the trees. S was starting to trip by now and we were all laughing at having a good time. I couldn't stop smiling and had what was probably the biggest smile I've ever mustered, plastered on my face. I kept Seeing awesome shit in the clouds and trees. I swear there was a dragon in the clouds and like an ancient Mayan god head thing in the trees haha. So you know.. normal mushroom stuff. Your brain seeing things that aren't really there. I've had plenty of hallucinations before but something seemed different about that light and I never stop thinking about it.
They say that one mushroom trip can permanently affect your personality, even 30 years down the road. Well.. I can already see how that would be true. Ever since my 8 gram trip I feel much more content with the way things are. I realize that I'm a creator and in control of my own "fate". I know that hating anyone else is really just hating myself. I feel more creative. I'm definitely more emotional. Stupid little things make me tear up now. Like when I see someone do something really kind for someone else or someone get's what they want and is very happy, my eyes will get all watery. That never used to happen.. I don't think it's a bad thing though.
Hey, Thank you for reading my report. It may have been boring at times and I haven't gone through and edited anything so there may be some typos and things like that but I appreciate your time and attention. Much love
I hadn't planned to trip that day and it was just kind of a spur of the moment thing. I was living at home with my mother at the time. Now, my mom and I have a rather interesting relationship. She used to be unaware of literally everything, until one day a cop called her to come to where I was pulled over and showed her a case of rigs that belonged to me. After that she had a good idea of Real drugs Vs. Everything else, it actually improved our dynamic, but that's a story for another time.
Knowing my mom was going be in and out of the house all day I didn't want to me all paranoid about her finding out I was tripping so I did the only thing I knew for a fact would quell my anxiety about it and prevent me from going into a bad trip. I told her. I went upstairs and told her that I was going to be tripping on mushrooms and wanted her to know so I didn't go into a bad trip if she tried to talk to me. (For me there's is always a ton of anxiety associated with talking to people who don't know your tripping) At first she was a little taken aback and seemed more concerned than anything else. She said all the normal stuff most people with misconceptions and lies about drugs in general pumped into their heads since childhood would say. "Don't do it, I don't want to take you to the hospital." "What if you overdose and die?!" "If you trip once you'll fuck up your life. 8) Etc... I explained all about the safety and wide use of the mushroom and she was actually really receptive to what I had to say. I told her about how legal substances kill far more people than illegal ones, especially psilocybin. I told her about the benign and blissful nature of the high. I told her that I would still be in complete control of my actions. Finally, I told her about the spiritual side of the effects and about how I wanted to see if I could push my consciousness past our 5 sense, visible light reality and come back with a bit of knowledge I didn't have prior. She see's me meditate in the backyard everyday, so I feel that this argument was especially effective.
After about 15-20 minutes of talking with her I could tell that she had been sufficiently pacified and would no longer be a threat to the enjoyment of my experience. I was clear for take off. I grabbed a big glass of orange juice and headed downstairs to my room to lay out my dose.
I had a decent stash of 00 red capsules containing the miracle powder. Each capsules held about .4 -.6 grams. I opened my little pouch of goodness and decided at that moment that I wanted to go further than I had ever gone before. The most I had done previously was an 8th (I'm not going to insult your intelligence by stating how many grams are in an 8th) I knew what an eighter felt like and I figured that if I really wanted to go into the void that I would need double that plus a G for good measure. I'm 6'3 180lbs (was 19 at the time) and wanted to BE SURE I would have a stellar experience. I was already one step ahead of myself not having eaten anything yet.
I separated out 16 caps onto a book, put my OJ next to my caps, and sat down to meditate on happiness, love, and what I wanted out of the experience.The mediation part may or may not sound silly to you. We all use these chemicals in different ways.. Some to party, some to forget, some to remember. For me my goal varies each time and depends of what I am using. When I use coke it's because I want to be the life of the party, talk to everyone about everything, and have a guaranteed good time. When I use ecstasy it's usually because I want to get intimate with a girly friend, feel love as a tangible thing, and lose myself in another body. When I use mushrooms (This time especially), It's because I want to get into contact with the pure essence of who and what I am. I want to see myself stripped bare of all of my worldly attachments, biases, and opinions. I want to molt back into the life force that created, continued to create, and is itself everything. I meditate in order to facilitate that process.
When I had brought myself to a good place emotionally, mentally, and spiritually.... I decided the time was nigh, got up, grabbed my notebook and a pen, picked up the capsules and took them one by one with a gulp of orange juice as to attempt a layering effect.
My notebook indicates that I swallowed the 16th capsule at almost exactly 12:15PM
The purpose of my notebook was to document all the revolutionary ideas I was bound to have! After all, every other time I tripped could literally feel tons of information being thrown at me only to be forgotten later. If I could only record some of it I would surely go down in history as the boy who figured it all out! I resolved to not let that notebook and pen leave my side for a second and to write down everything that came to mind. I am a person that is convinced everything happens for a reason. Not really a fatalist, but I know there's a rhythm to everything. At one point I remember thinking about why I was writing. What was the purpose. Was I writing for myself or was I writing for the benefit of all mankind. I actually had that thought.... Needless to say, my narcissism has receded since this experience.
--12:20 I get a call from two of my friends, almost one right after the other. I have the thought that maybe this is the universe's way of telling me that I should enjoy this experience with friends. We'll call them R & S. R asks if I want to hang to which I tell him to come over. Next, S asks if I want to come with him to pick up laundry. I tell him that I'll be with R and he agrees to pick us both up.
--12:30 R arrived and came around the house to me smoking a cigarette. My mom was also outside within earshot watering some plants along the side of the house. I greet my friend and, unable to tame my enthusiasm, immediately start telling him about how I just took over a quarter of mushrooms and how excited I was to see the results! He didn't say a single word, just dropped his jaw and shot nervous glances from me to my mom & back again. It didn't hit me right away but after a few minutes I understood what he was in awe over and just said "Oh, she knows." After a very emphasized "REALLY?!" We both laughed, agreed on it being awesome, and carried on.
Conversation with R seemed to be sporadic, with pauses every so often. Not really awkward, just kind of part of the flow of our conversation. I think it probably had something to do with the fact that I was writing in a notebook while talking to him
--12:35- S arrived at my houses and picked up R & I. We both piled into his jeep. I fill S in on what I had taken and my moms acceptance of it. We share a laugh and he tells me that since it's cool, he would like some as well to trip at the house w/ me. I agree. At this point everything is looking especially sunny and my mood is noticeably elevated.
---12:40- We get to the laundromat and S gets out of the jeep and goes inside. The short ride here has done wonders for my high. Everyday, normal things are starting to make less sense. Riding in a car feels like the product of some sort of magic. I am surprised at how quickly the effects are coming on.
--12:45- This is where things get a little less linear... I remember being almost totally unaware of what was going on outside of the jeep but also really unaware of what was happening inside the jeep. It felt like I was in a small submarine deep in the ocean and that there was nothing but water for miles, again this was a feeling not a sight. I was looking at my friend R. He spoke a series of words at me then paused. I knew that I was supposed to have some sort of reply but I honestly couldn't figure out what he said. I'm not sure if it was because I heard him and then quickly forgot or never even heard. I said "Hey man I'm really sorry, I didn't hear a word you just said." He laughed and said that I was so honest when I was tripping. When S got back in the car R told him what happened and again commented on me being honest. I thought about it probably more than it needed to be thought about. I told myself that I needed to be honest all of the time from then on. All of the little resolutions one makes to themselves while tripping are pretty interesting. They seem so direly important at the time.
We started heading back to my place. At this point I stop noting the time next to my little journal entries and just start writing wildly. Most of the writing is illegible. I have bad handwriting to begin with, add tripping and then throw in trying to write in a moving jeep and you'll end up with a page full of unreadable junk. I don't think anything I wrote would be very interesting even if you could read it.
When we got back to my house I gave my friend S what he wanted so he could join in. He took about an 8th and we all went to sit at my out side table to enjoy the sunlight and the woods at the edge of my back yard. The three of us talked about things I don't recall for what seemed like a long time but was really probably only 20-30 minutes. Just long enough for me to get into the full swing of things. I feel that by now I am feeling the full effects. Speech seems foreign and unwieldy. The trees, grass, and sky sort of come together in one painting like image, I realize that I can't look at one with out seeing the other. My back yard looks so detailed and vivid... almost too detailed to be real . I am in a state of pure appreciation.
I look down at my notebook sitting on the table and realize how ridiculous what I am trying to do is. There's no way that I can capture the beauty of what I am seeing with words. Even describing what I am seeing aloud to my friends seems to muddle it, make it less than. I conclude that trying to document every thought as it happens, is an insult to the experience. Upon going inside and tucking the notebook into it's proper place I feel a since of relief. As if I had just been given permission not to finish some massive school assignment. When I returned to my friends R asked me where the notebook was. I told them I put it away and they both burst out laughing.
A short while later decided I wanted to meditate so both of my friends went inside while I walked onto the grass in my yard to sit. I sat down and crossed my legs but didn't close my eyes. I just sat there taking everything in. I heard crickets chirping sharply and wind rolling through the vast empty space that was all around me. I saw incredibly bright greens in the trees and dark comforting browns in the space between. All of the colors seemed to ebb and flow together. I felt my heart beat increase as the patterns became more and more obvious. When the organic shapes folding in on themselves consumed my field of vision, I closed my eyes.
I'm not sure if what happened next actually happened and was "real" or if it was just a trick of perception. Nor do I know the difference or even if there is one. What I do know is, this is what I experienced.
As I closed my eyes the vibrant colors were replaced with the dull red light of the sun coming through my eyelids. When I focused all my attention on my current state of breathing, I became even more aware of the sounds around me. The crickets seemed to chirp louder and faster. My heart beat louder and faster. The wind did the same. As I took my first mindful, controlled breath a calm came about everything. My heart slowed down, the wind slowed down, the crickets slowed down. The next breath did the same thing, and the next, and the next. Gradually my environment along with my breath and heart calmed down. Each slowed, little by little until there was no difference. Each sensation was one. The crickets chirped when my heart beat. The wind blew when I Inhaled. The wind blew when I exhaled. The wind stopped in between my breaths. I no longer felt I had a body. There was no more me. I was everything and everything was me. My attention was moved away from my breath and towards my vision. I watched as the dim red glow of the sun through my lids slowly faded into black emptiness. With every slow breath the darkness got brighter and brighter but somehow still maintained a sense of black. With the motion of stage curtains slowly and deliberately being pulled open each shade of gray split into two and moved off to the side revealing progressively lighter shades. With each exhale there was a layer pulled back. And another. And another. There were an impossible number of shades, each one noticeably lighter. I'm not sure how many layer there were. Maybe a thousand, maybe ten but each one was pulled away very slowly and consistently until a tiny shapeless prick of the brightest purest white light I have ever seen was revealed. Seeing the light seems like such a cliche thing but I swear to everything it was there... Seeing this tiny ray of light was not a purely visible experience. With the visual came a feeling of understanding that I think may be impossible to put into words. Seeing the light was understanding the light. The light was very quick and abrupt compared to the "curtains". I saw it, that was it. I did not get the chance to look at it as one does not get the chance to look at the sun. It was too bright. It forced me to open my eyes immediately.
Upon opening my eyes I was rather harshly slammed back into this realm of experience. It looked like everything was shuffled back together. For a split second or two after being forced to open my eyes, everything had many different colored aura's that all came, assembling themselves back together into the normal solid objects I see everyday. Almost like a deck of cards being shuffled. For a split second the cards are separate until they all come down, making 1 deck.
This whole experience with the layers and the light seemed perfectly normal and natural while it was happening. It wasn't until the light forced me to open my eyes that I could even grasp that what had just happened to me was at all strange. The entire time I had no thoughts. No opinions. Nothing was good or bad, it just was.
The only piece of retrievable information that I was left with after this was the idea that getting closer to nature was in fact getting closer to ourselves.
This was the 30 minutes that lasted a life time, 10000 life times.
I got up from the grass and walked inside my house to my friends playing a star wars version of trials. I love the game trials and had never seen that version before but was so in awe of what just happened to me that my friends showed me, I looked and did not respond. I later looked at the TV and exploded with WOAHHH DUUDE THIS IS AWESOME....
I tried to explain to my friends what had just happened but I couldn't get the words to come out right. Nothing I could say even felt like it came close to paying homage to what I had just experienced. It's taken me this long to even attempt to write about it.
After I got my friends away from the television and back outside, all chilled and stared at the trees. S was starting to trip by now and we were all laughing at having a good time. I couldn't stop smiling and had what was probably the biggest smile I've ever mustered, plastered on my face. I kept Seeing awesome shit in the clouds and trees. I swear there was a dragon in the clouds and like an ancient Mayan god head thing in the trees haha. So you know.. normal mushroom stuff. Your brain seeing things that aren't really there. I've had plenty of hallucinations before but something seemed different about that light and I never stop thinking about it.
They say that one mushroom trip can permanently affect your personality, even 30 years down the road. Well.. I can already see how that would be true. Ever since my 8 gram trip I feel much more content with the way things are. I realize that I'm a creator and in control of my own "fate". I know that hating anyone else is really just hating myself. I feel more creative. I'm definitely more emotional. Stupid little things make me tear up now. Like when I see someone do something really kind for someone else or someone get's what they want and is very happy, my eyes will get all watery. That never used to happen.. I don't think it's a bad thing though.
Hey, Thank you for reading my report. It may have been boring at times and I haven't gone through and edited anything so there may be some typos and things like that but I appreciate your time and attention. Much love
