Stacks of sugar and proof. You are a girl under the influence, until you’ve seen enough to see that nobody knows anything. Every opinion is a projection and sometimes it’s retaliation. Wanting to know the truth is like venturing into a forest, answering a noble call and eating mushrooms. You can try to convince yourself it’s not poisonous but you already know. Someone once said you can be all things, that humans contain multitudes, they even put it on a sign. All things get swallowed eventually.