[ziggytrix]

I was being honest and sincere. It bugs me because I'm not a student of the metaphysical. I'm pretty much a materialist when I'm awake and sober. I'd like to believe in eternal souls and a benevolent God and all that jazz, but I'd just as much like for Santa Clause and leprechauns to be real too.

But sometimes I have these flashbacks or panic attacks or something. It's like an overwhelming sense of deja vu. They used to scare me, but I've gotten fairly comfortable with them.

Either it's a lingering deficiency caused by several years of chemical debauchery followed by abstinence, some sort of anxiety disorder, or a glimpse of enlightenment.

I have no fucking clue, honestly.