BlindHelperMonkey
Bluelighter
back during my misguided youth, on weekends our group would usually make our way into brum, enter the rave around 10pm.. do what ravers do till 6am, then leave bitter, cold and jaded. then make our way back - zombie like - all the while, enduring disapproving looks shot from 9 to 5'ers on their way to work. sometimes the few initiated among us would detour off to numb the mdma comedown with our new love - heroin. we used a stairwell in a multistorey carpark to do the deed. well, one morning, on my own.. after a particularly intense night of drug use. while sitting running lines, i heard my two friends having a totally normal sounding conversation in there with me, i raised my head to reply... only then realising i was on my own. it kept happening, each time falling for it. all the way home i was reacting to hearing voices. remember thinking 'so this is what its like to be schizophrenic'
truly thought id fried my brain. i felt sober, which is what scared me
share some vivid/bizarre/scary hallucinations
truly thought id fried my brain. i felt sober, which is what scared me
share some vivid/bizarre/scary hallucinations




