Getting stoned gets me thinking that I could be having a better life or could have had a better past life, and now my future seems dark and twisted and it scares me. Actually, that's why I stopped smoking weed. Instead of relaxing me, it put my brain into overdrive and I end up stressed and exhausted, at the very edge of an existencial crisis. Yeah, picture me at the edge of a cliff, and the existencial crisis is waiting for me at the bottom of that chasm. I do crosswords or sudokus to get out of it

The universe is sick, it's amazing to study and all these photos of the cosmos leave so many unanswered questions and a pit in my chest. I can only hope to be alive to see any signs of intelligence. I long for that so bad.