Okay so, saturday night at around 7:00pm. Just about to leave for a night out. I decide Im not going to get drunk, but rather go for somthing a bit more special.
Anyway, I get to the venue, and take three pills packed full of the stuff. Probally a huge dose, but having just eaten a pasta meal, I realised I needed a little bit more than usual.
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9:00pm - In all honesty, I forget Ive even taken them. I feel a little exited and happy, but its a night out, so thats to be expected anyway. Not really feeling much at all.
9:45pm - I sit down and suddenly it hits me. its strong, but not overwhelming. An all over body buzz and feeling very nice indeed.
10:00pm - I begin to be very chatty and friendly, and a get very very very dry mouth. I go and get the first glass of water since my arrival. I dance for the rest of the night and meet loads of new people. Hugs feel amazing and I just want to hold people. I find it difficult to get a well structured sentence out, and am aware that my conversation is lacking cohesion, but I still am communicating very freely and happily and people are understanding me, without knowing Im even on anything.
11:00pm - Someone tells me they had tried to kill themselves the day before. This dosnt kill my buzz, despite me caring a great deal, and I am able to talk to them and reassure them and I think they feel better after tha chat we have.
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12:30am - My mate is leaving so I catch a ride back with him. I am very talkative in the car aswell. I get home but I dont want to stop. I left the computer on before I went out, and before I turn it off I whack some tunes on the computer. Theres no obivious hightening of the listening experience, despite me expecting there to be one before hand. I then call somebody (after making sure they were already up) and talk about random and deep things until the early hours of the morning, which although they were alot more tired than me, was still really nice and felt good. Ridiculously fast and hard heartbeat. Which I am used to from my other methylone experiences, so Im not too worried.
3:15am - I decide I should try and get some sleep. Im starting to feel a little sick at this point. So I get a bottle of water and head to bed. I was horrible tying to get to sleep, as my breathing is severley deppresed. I find that I have to concoiusly breathe, and if I stop taking huge deep breaths, I stop altogether. This is quite scary, as its the first time Id ever experienced it. I worry that Ill fall asleep and my involuntary breathing wont kick in and Ill die.
5:10am - I decide that I need to sort myself out before sleep is an option so head downstairs to get another bottle of water and some jaffa cakes. I head back up to try and sleep again, and I find it very difficult to regulate my body tempreture, everything is either far too cold or too hot. This results in more tossing and turning trying to get comfortable in bed. My heart rate has decreased slightly, but nothing significant.
8:15am - Im lying in bed, still with the breathing issues. Not sure if I had fallen asleep during the night or wether I was simply dwelling in hypnogogia.
11:14am - I wake up, this time genuinely. I had fallen asleep at after I looked at the clock at 8:15. I get up and have some breakfast. I still feel rather light and can definatley still feel the effects of the drug.
6:00pm - Not too much change from earlier, still feeling very light and buzzy, I have enough energy to play football with a friend. I am also still very chatty.
10:00pm - Still feeling positive. Tired, but nice. I watch some of my faviourte comedy and find it enhanced to an even greater level of humour.
11:00pm - I take some nytol and head to sleep.
------------- Monday (today) -------------
7:10am - Get up to go to college. Feel very bad.
11:00am - I feel awful, I lose all sense of where I am, short term memory is fucked, and I find my self repeating myself. I just want to sit quietly by myself somwhere. My speech is incoherent and jumbled. I have no energy, and I end up falling asleep on a bench outside with a friend who was at the same night as me.
1:20pm - Despite having more lessons to go to, I realise I have to leave, so I get in my car and drive home.
2:00pm - I still feel floaty and like my muscles are all feathery. I start to feel pretty tired. I have a headache and a lack of motivation. Feel very confused.
6:00pm - I feel incredibly depressed. I decide I am a waste of a person and there is no chance of me ever getting into university nor finding a girlfriend or having a social life as I will loose all my friends at the end of college and not have a Uni to go to to make new ones. I decide that as there is no chance of a Job nor a partner, I start contemplating suicide. My eyes well up with tears, and I experience an all-too-familiar deppresion-esque feeling. I get angry with my friends who try to talk to me and start behaving angrily towards my parents. My thoughts are wholey negative and pessimistic. Im full of hatred, externally and internally.
8:00pm - Decided to write this.
11:00pm - Still getting mild CEVs
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All in all, I dont think the positive of the drug is worth the downsides, perhaps it is better for other people, and although I have had gentle comedowns and pleasant afterglows from my previous experiences with methylone, I certainly haven't this time.
Anyway, I get to the venue, and take three pills packed full of the stuff. Probally a huge dose, but having just eaten a pasta meal, I realised I needed a little bit more than usual.
------------- Saturday -------------
9:00pm - In all honesty, I forget Ive even taken them. I feel a little exited and happy, but its a night out, so thats to be expected anyway. Not really feeling much at all.
9:45pm - I sit down and suddenly it hits me. its strong, but not overwhelming. An all over body buzz and feeling very nice indeed.
10:00pm - I begin to be very chatty and friendly, and a get very very very dry mouth. I go and get the first glass of water since my arrival. I dance for the rest of the night and meet loads of new people. Hugs feel amazing and I just want to hold people. I find it difficult to get a well structured sentence out, and am aware that my conversation is lacking cohesion, but I still am communicating very freely and happily and people are understanding me, without knowing Im even on anything.
11:00pm - Someone tells me they had tried to kill themselves the day before. This dosnt kill my buzz, despite me caring a great deal, and I am able to talk to them and reassure them and I think they feel better after tha chat we have.
------------- Sunday -------------
12:30am - My mate is leaving so I catch a ride back with him. I am very talkative in the car aswell. I get home but I dont want to stop. I left the computer on before I went out, and before I turn it off I whack some tunes on the computer. Theres no obivious hightening of the listening experience, despite me expecting there to be one before hand. I then call somebody (after making sure they were already up) and talk about random and deep things until the early hours of the morning, which although they were alot more tired than me, was still really nice and felt good. Ridiculously fast and hard heartbeat. Which I am used to from my other methylone experiences, so Im not too worried.
3:15am - I decide I should try and get some sleep. Im starting to feel a little sick at this point. So I get a bottle of water and head to bed. I was horrible tying to get to sleep, as my breathing is severley deppresed. I find that I have to concoiusly breathe, and if I stop taking huge deep breaths, I stop altogether. This is quite scary, as its the first time Id ever experienced it. I worry that Ill fall asleep and my involuntary breathing wont kick in and Ill die.
5:10am - I decide that I need to sort myself out before sleep is an option so head downstairs to get another bottle of water and some jaffa cakes. I head back up to try and sleep again, and I find it very difficult to regulate my body tempreture, everything is either far too cold or too hot. This results in more tossing and turning trying to get comfortable in bed. My heart rate has decreased slightly, but nothing significant.
8:15am - Im lying in bed, still with the breathing issues. Not sure if I had fallen asleep during the night or wether I was simply dwelling in hypnogogia.
11:14am - I wake up, this time genuinely. I had fallen asleep at after I looked at the clock at 8:15. I get up and have some breakfast. I still feel rather light and can definatley still feel the effects of the drug.
6:00pm - Not too much change from earlier, still feeling very light and buzzy, I have enough energy to play football with a friend. I am also still very chatty.
10:00pm - Still feeling positive. Tired, but nice. I watch some of my faviourte comedy and find it enhanced to an even greater level of humour.
11:00pm - I take some nytol and head to sleep.
------------- Monday (today) -------------
7:10am - Get up to go to college. Feel very bad.
11:00am - I feel awful, I lose all sense of where I am, short term memory is fucked, and I find my self repeating myself. I just want to sit quietly by myself somwhere. My speech is incoherent and jumbled. I have no energy, and I end up falling asleep on a bench outside with a friend who was at the same night as me.
1:20pm - Despite having more lessons to go to, I realise I have to leave, so I get in my car and drive home.
2:00pm - I still feel floaty and like my muscles are all feathery. I start to feel pretty tired. I have a headache and a lack of motivation. Feel very confused.
6:00pm - I feel incredibly depressed. I decide I am a waste of a person and there is no chance of me ever getting into university nor finding a girlfriend or having a social life as I will loose all my friends at the end of college and not have a Uni to go to to make new ones. I decide that as there is no chance of a Job nor a partner, I start contemplating suicide. My eyes well up with tears, and I experience an all-too-familiar deppresion-esque feeling. I get angry with my friends who try to talk to me and start behaving angrily towards my parents. My thoughts are wholey negative and pessimistic. Im full of hatred, externally and internally.
8:00pm - Decided to write this.
11:00pm - Still getting mild CEVs
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All in all, I dont think the positive of the drug is worth the downsides, perhaps it is better for other people, and although I have had gentle comedowns and pleasant afterglows from my previous experiences with methylone, I certainly haven't this time.
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