LSD and alcohol, coughing up blood. Wow. That must have been weird. I've been pummled to the ground by 8 police officers on psychedlics and also wrestling with security guards at the mental prison (I mean hospital) on a strng dose of Jesus Christ LSD, but I've never seen myself puke blood. I'm sorry you feel hated and alone. I sometimes still feel this way, and I've recently been suffering massive depression from being heartbroken/dumped, unrequited love, and I almost died from a suicide attempt from that, thinking I was rewriting shakespeare. Maybe some out there truly loves you , and u just haven't met them yet. If love is what you need to be balanced happy like me, don't give up. You might never find him, but the quest is worth living for. The next problem isn't whether anybody else loves you, but if you have enough love to give yourself in order not to destroy your body, and eventually your soul. Heck, I love you. For the courage that it takes to be human and question your very own nature, I love you. Love yourself! Love is the answer. Hang in there, there is sooo much to look forward to
