I've always had a great willpower. Even through my few experiences with methamphetamine, supposedly one of the most addictive drugs, I made it through okay.
Then someone introduced me to mephedrone... and it fucking grabbed me and pulled me down like nothing I've ever experienced. I was completely blindsided by this quasi-legal stuff!
The past two weeks have been utter bliss and utter hell, as I alternated between the best highs in the world (I like the high much better than X or meth combined, my previous favorites) and the worst periods of craving as I tried to stop using it. I missed work, missed sleep, missed parties, and pissed off my boyfriend and others just so I could get high. After a week, while coming down in a moment of clarity, I told my boyfriend to hide the rest and we would save it for a special occasion. When he went to work just 12 hours later, I tore up the house trying to find where he hid it. When he got home, I begged him until he gave in and gave me the rest of the stuff.
Yesterday I threw the shit out and braced for the worst.
This morning the cravings were so bad I dug through my drawer to find empty baggies of mephedrone and licked them clean of the dust left in them. Then, not getting the high I wanted, I started doing whatever other drugs I could find, making myself sick, fucked up, and missing work again. And not doing anything for the craving.
Ordering more meph is just a mouse click away. I only haven't done it yet because I'm looking for more instant gratification than the 2-3 day delivery time an order entails. But I'm scared it's just a matter of time before my willpower gives out.
What do I do? I've never experienced a complete and total collapse of my willpower like this. The thought of just sitting at home with a big bag of the stuff getting high all week long makes me tingle with excitement. I know that's completely sick, but in my mind it feels so beautiful and so perfect...
Then someone introduced me to mephedrone... and it fucking grabbed me and pulled me down like nothing I've ever experienced. I was completely blindsided by this quasi-legal stuff!
The past two weeks have been utter bliss and utter hell, as I alternated between the best highs in the world (I like the high much better than X or meth combined, my previous favorites) and the worst periods of craving as I tried to stop using it. I missed work, missed sleep, missed parties, and pissed off my boyfriend and others just so I could get high. After a week, while coming down in a moment of clarity, I told my boyfriend to hide the rest and we would save it for a special occasion. When he went to work just 12 hours later, I tore up the house trying to find where he hid it. When he got home, I begged him until he gave in and gave me the rest of the stuff.
Yesterday I threw the shit out and braced for the worst.
This morning the cravings were so bad I dug through my drawer to find empty baggies of mephedrone and licked them clean of the dust left in them. Then, not getting the high I wanted, I started doing whatever other drugs I could find, making myself sick, fucked up, and missing work again. And not doing anything for the craving.
Ordering more meph is just a mouse click away. I only haven't done it yet because I'm looking for more instant gratification than the 2-3 day delivery time an order entails. But I'm scared it's just a matter of time before my willpower gives out.
What do I do? I've never experienced a complete and total collapse of my willpower like this. The thought of just sitting at home with a big bag of the stuff getting high all week long makes me tingle with excitement. I know that's completely sick, but in my mind it feels so beautiful and so perfect...
