You have no idea how pissed I am. Nobody has any idea how pissed I am. I think a mother who’s been distanced from her kid for years and just found out he’s been calling another woman “mother” wouldn’t understand my anger and heartbreak. I’m at a loss for words. When I saw the words “Mario: Chris Pratt”, I vomited so much that I couldn’t get high anymore, all of the edibles were out of me. Then I vomited up blood and had to go to the hospital, where I didn’t understand a single word because I’m stuck in Czechia. I broke my Pickle Rick pipe that I brought with me. It’s the 20th anniversary of my father going missing. I tried to astral project to fight Chris Pratt in the astral realm, but I couldn’t find him. I don’t think he has a soul to even fight. If he did, I could beat him. I took on Astral Yaoi Ronald Reagan, after all. I’m so mad, so fucking mad. It all hurts, it hurts so much. I’m traumatized. I have PTSD. Weed isn’t even helping me calm down. I don’t feel like I’m stable enough for harder drugs. This flat has ketamine and all sorts of harder drugs, but if I do any of them, I feel like I’ll black out and do horrible things to myself and others. I feel like I’m on the verge of a blood rage. If I wasn’t spiritually strong, I would’ve gone into a full blood rage. I’m starting a journal dedicated to manifesting bad energy towards Chris Pratt. I’m trying to send him psychic attacks and it keeps getting blocked. I think he has a consciousness shield of some kind. I’m so mad. I’m so fucking mad.