Definitely at this point MDPV. i found its the most fiendish thing ive ever taken and many a weeks were spent locked up in apartments with a few friends, more just because we diddnt really have any fun while doing it, and its a massive stretch for me mentally to say no when im offered it now.
Completely agree.
Well actually the first time I tried it was fine. I just briefy (like 20 seconds main high, maybe 2 hours of afterglow) felt like an extreme come up, like the biggest rush.
The second time I did it, like you said. Really fiendish, thought I wasnt high and wanted more and more. Even though I did not stop talking, couldnt even stop to smoke a pipe. Licked my lips so much that I got a blister. After one night, so fiendish.
I was aware that my avid talking and constant spiel about how intruiging drugs where both mentally and physically great, was annoying to most people. I was slightly embarrassed but I couldnt stop.
Mainly the come down was reallllllllllly bad.
Pychosis? Like telling people things that weren't true? And only noticing after. Being unable to sit still, having blanks, not finding music satisfying (even whilst high), being unable to choose anything, looping thoughts, being unable to stop freaking out mostly because i had to sleep for work. Then I had to ring in sick which was so hard (lost the job the week after) and went to my friends to pass the time befor I went home. I felt disturbed, I couldnt focus on conversation, my friends dad was around, I was paranoid as fuck. Ashamed and felt like screaming for help but there was nothing I could say? My friend suggested a bath at hers (she had a few of us over so it was weird) but i had no idea how long I was in there and it helped like 2%. Tried to watch a movie and got paranoid and couldnt focus.
Had to go home and face parents wondering why i wasnt at work and then questioning ringing in sick.
My step dad new straight away, apparently my pupils where still huge though id seen them and theyd seemed fine. He was great about it, hes taken a few e's in his time and he understood I just needed help right then. He forced me to eat and have a herbal tea, suggested I do some washing to occupy my mind. Then said I should try and hide from my mum and sleep in my room.
However she thought I was in a huff and was bitching about me (didnt come down for dinner) and I felt horrible (at the time i was acting so depressed and horrible to my family in general, but this really showed me everything before was nothing) so came down to watch tv. This was hard, I wasn't sure if i was sitting to still or fidgeting too much. I occaisonly commented on the tv show but it made no sense so I shut up (im usually very talkative).
Around about 2am I felt my body go to sleep and slowly eased my head into it. Hard to describe.
The next day had no colour. I couldnt read anything, it was too boring, I couldnt smile or express emotion.
I lost all sense of pyschedelica which had always been with me. It was like no emotion, flat, horror. Life was nothing, like a dead crow inside my chest.
I questioned who I was. I was stripped away to something that just functioned, lacking any sense of spirituality (usually expressed as a love of nature and form and exotic things).
I couldn't smoke weed, it just increased that feeling. The feeling stayed around for months.
When I had some panic atttacks about leaving for Nepal (id been saving all year to go vounteering) it reminded me of the comedown. Even the tweeting of the birds signaled the end of the world, I was distinctively aware of the setting sun, of the passage of time and everything felt futile and pointless. I felt huge and suffocated. I couldnt talk or eat.
Now when I feel down, thats how its expressed. Even on a visual level, things just look different. I have to plunge myself into the most exciting things. And weed has barely been as good as it was before the comedown.
Maybe my current feelings would always appear? But I feel i'm still slowly pulling myself back. But then everyone changes, but I dont want to loose what I felt was my essence: the sense of everything pulsing with energy and glowing with life.
I'd probably always make a mistake like that, it was made. I learnt from it, but I hope this is not for the rest of my life.