Saw my good friend go psychotic on shrooms. That was what began my downfall. Affected me more than him, I would assume, as he is quite well off now, as far as I can see. Basically...Started banging around in my kitchen, we were like, wah? Then he tried to climb on to my cieling, we were like...Get down, lol. Ran up stairs, tried to jump down the stairs. Spent the next 3 hours trying to kill himself, and a small amount of time trying to kill us. We literally had to FIGHT him. If we didn't, he would've...Hurt us really badly, lol. Smashed his head against some shelves for 10 minutes straight. So why was I so affected? Because no body tried to help me calm him down for the first 30 minutes of this outburst. I had to try and talk to him, as he smashed things in my room, I had to touch his arm and try to give him some sense of 'love' or whatever, only to have a fist to the face, I had to wrestle him for FIVE minutes, being half choked, with 3 other, MUCH bigger friends, just staring on. I felt so hopeless. I had to call for back up, when he started pretending to choke, and have a seizure. I had to do absolutely everything, my other friends were watching on until I literally started to go blue, and from that point, they merely held him down, and expected me to handle things such as, one other friend running off into the night, scared, all alone, on 4.5g of shrooms. I mean, I was on a similar dose to the one freaking out (5.5g, with an E pill on top of that) and I was doing fucking everything.
I fucking hate talking about this...It was the beginning of really bad things for me...So I gotta stop now. But so much more, scary shit happened, that I can't even talk about to anyone to this day.