I tried it for the first time three days ago. I'm laying in my bed here googling others first time experiences so this is where I ended up and joined this forum site.
Basically I had this rule when it came to drugs. I'd never try heroin crack or meth because when you see addicts of those things it was despicable and disgusting. There was no way I ever wanted to be that. I have done ounces of coke and love MDMA but I kept it to that always.
So three days ago now I was drinking with three friends. One of them was selling blow and we did a rail. After that he said he couldn't do anymore to break even but told me about trying "pint" the other day and how crazy it was. I had always been an avid hater of meth but at this point I was drunk and kinda in a bad mood so... He offered to try and buy some- the dealer texts back. This guy my sorta kinda friend buys 20 bucks worth off him. Enough for like 4-6 small rails.
I did it and didn't really register what I was doing. We ended up buying two more of those twenty bags and chilling with this sketchy meth dealer and his sketchy woman, who had sores all over there face and acted trippy and paranoid as fuck smoking the shit. I was acting like they were my best friends and tryed to get them to smoke some with me but they said stick to the lines of it... Telling me I shouldn't be doing this and I should be really careful... But I kept insisting no ill be fine let me try it and they didn't. Thank god
I don't remember specifically feeling amazing. I did many small rails all night- it was mostly like a buzzing kind of molly and coke mix high, that lasted a long time. I was incredibly uppy horny and happy... Did and said some shit I would never do honestly.. Feel extremely embarrassed three days later. I hope I never see those people again.
About the next day at like 2-3pm we run out. At that point I was feeling pretty low and kinda got a mild re-up every little rail but it didn't last as long. I started slammmming beers and eventually made my way home. When I got home I felt absolutely one hundred percent disgusted with myself and sketchy as fuck- I couldn't be around anybody. I went straight to my room, slammed four more beers I took from my buddy and passed out for like 2 hours. Woke up feeling wide eyed awake, extemely sketchy and sweaty. Everything had this pixilated look to it... i felt so out of it..Just dreading life and feeling absolutely devastated by my actions. Since that 2 hour drunken nap I've been literally just laying in my bed haven't left my room for shit. I've been up for 72+hours and am really worried about My health..My heart rate my reputation.. Even though no one who was there that night would say anything and no one in my real circle of friends probably knows I just keep sketching out over my whole life what I've done and can't sleep. I've ate I drank water but I still feel fuzzy as fuck and very emotionally distressed.
I guess to summarize this you could say I don't really remember feeling to amazing and am truly disappointed in myself not to mention feeling the worst and sketchiest I ever have in my life-I've done 13 grams of blow in one night and the comedown wasn't nearly equivalent to this-
I do not ever! want to do this again. Seriously. I need to get help... I shouldn't be so weak minded to do the worst drug on planet earth that has devastated so many lives. I'm bad enough with coke...
I hope I feel better soon I'm starting to get scared. Tossing and turning to no end. Venting this story kinda helps I guess...
Peace from Alberta Canada
Basically I had this rule when it came to drugs. I'd never try heroin crack or meth because when you see addicts of those things it was despicable and disgusting. There was no way I ever wanted to be that. I have done ounces of coke and love MDMA but I kept it to that always.
So three days ago now I was drinking with three friends. One of them was selling blow and we did a rail. After that he said he couldn't do anymore to break even but told me about trying "pint" the other day and how crazy it was. I had always been an avid hater of meth but at this point I was drunk and kinda in a bad mood so... He offered to try and buy some- the dealer texts back. This guy my sorta kinda friend buys 20 bucks worth off him. Enough for like 4-6 small rails.
I did it and didn't really register what I was doing. We ended up buying two more of those twenty bags and chilling with this sketchy meth dealer and his sketchy woman, who had sores all over there face and acted trippy and paranoid as fuck smoking the shit. I was acting like they were my best friends and tryed to get them to smoke some with me but they said stick to the lines of it... Telling me I shouldn't be doing this and I should be really careful... But I kept insisting no ill be fine let me try it and they didn't. Thank god
I don't remember specifically feeling amazing. I did many small rails all night- it was mostly like a buzzing kind of molly and coke mix high, that lasted a long time. I was incredibly uppy horny and happy... Did and said some shit I would never do honestly.. Feel extremely embarrassed three days later. I hope I never see those people again.
About the next day at like 2-3pm we run out. At that point I was feeling pretty low and kinda got a mild re-up every little rail but it didn't last as long. I started slammmming beers and eventually made my way home. When I got home I felt absolutely one hundred percent disgusted with myself and sketchy as fuck- I couldn't be around anybody. I went straight to my room, slammed four more beers I took from my buddy and passed out for like 2 hours. Woke up feeling wide eyed awake, extemely sketchy and sweaty. Everything had this pixilated look to it... i felt so out of it..Just dreading life and feeling absolutely devastated by my actions. Since that 2 hour drunken nap I've been literally just laying in my bed haven't left my room for shit. I've been up for 72+hours and am really worried about My health..My heart rate my reputation.. Even though no one who was there that night would say anything and no one in my real circle of friends probably knows I just keep sketching out over my whole life what I've done and can't sleep. I've ate I drank water but I still feel fuzzy as fuck and very emotionally distressed.
I guess to summarize this you could say I don't really remember feeling to amazing and am truly disappointed in myself not to mention feeling the worst and sketchiest I ever have in my life-I've done 13 grams of blow in one night and the comedown wasn't nearly equivalent to this-
I do not ever! want to do this again. Seriously. I need to get help... I shouldn't be so weak minded to do the worst drug on planet earth that has devastated so many lives. I'm bad enough with coke...
I hope I feel better soon I'm starting to get scared. Tossing and turning to no end. Venting this story kinda helps I guess...
Peace from Alberta Canada