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Describe stimulant addiction hell to the innocent out there.. in one sentence.

you know youll get even more psychotic but youll still take more and more and more an more.


(mdpv)
 
You know the deal you're making with the stim: It makes you feel good for awhile then it makes you feel worse for even longer. The deal only ever seems horrible when your crashing, but when you get close to normal again you think that deal isn't that horrible...
 
I do a line my face goes numb, behaving like I've become dumb, at night I lie awake body tense full of shakes, need a comedown, need it quick, just once with the needle I will stick, I feel good, I've comedown, but now I'm addicted to brown.
My story of polydrug addiction to cocaine and heroin.
 
I've been through the gauntlet with opiate addiction, but I have to say stim use/addiction takes the larger toll. I'd take dopesickness over that feeling of coming down from amps, at 5am, sweating and having a full day of work the next day, worrying about every meaningless task.

The mental states I've worked myself into from a month and a half (from MDPV more so than meth) have gotten me into more emotional/legal trouble than years of opiate use.

I know stims do me more harm than good, but I keep on returning to them.
 
Adderall is an abusive, headgame-playing girlfriend who isolates you from your friends, keeps you up at night, bugs you about things that don't matter, and takes you for all you've got. But she's so good for a lay, and a well-timed compliment, that you always come back to her, and can't help missing her sometimes once she's gone for good.
 
The worst thing about stimulant addiction, in one sentence, is that every time it wears off there's no doubting you will want more, even if you don’t have more to do you will try to find it to get back to that original state; the morbid mediocrity of sobriety that follows the adrenalin induced lucidity of a cognitively stimulated mind is akin to basking in rays of sunshine with friends on a tropical beach before stumbling off a cliff into a dark pit full of snakes all snapping at your ankles, whilst hissing about how the beach was all just a dream and this is reality as it really is, yet you soon realize that the snakes in this pit are all guarding something which appears to be a large bag of white powder hanging from an apple tree, and whilst the snakes are willing you to go and take more to vanquish them from your mind you try your best to resist the forbidden fruit, but try as you might the noise becomes unbearable and you give in and are instantly transported back to the beach, but this time the sand of the beach is inclined at an angle as if on the side of a colossal sand dune, you are on a slippery slope, and slowly but surely you start to tumble down and down until the sand begins to heat to the point of turning to shards of glass which pierce your skin like needles, now engulfed by searing flames you see bright faces of people taunting and mocking you as you plummet downwards covered in your own blood, yet again appears the apple tree, yet this time engulfed in fire with the same seductive bag of white powder dangling innocently from its branches, quickly without thinking you jump towards it and grab it seeking relief, yet this time there is no return to the beach, your indulgence gets you only back as far as the snake pit where you are instantly confronted again with the forbidden fruit hanging from the same apple tree, quickly realizing the downwards spiral you seem to be on you get bored of this cycle, have a quick wank, climb out of the pit, stop ever using stimulants and are eventually fine.
 
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I look into the mirror and see a demon looking back. He took my health, my freedom, my future, my sanity - but sometimes I still would rather be him than me.
 
FattestGothAlive said:
I look into the mirror and see a demon looking back. He took my health, my freedom, my future, my sanity - but sometimes I still would rather be him than me.
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Very true. I still look in the mirror and see the demon staring back in the form of heroin addiction. Yet no matter how sinister he becomes or the pain he goes through, I'd rather be full time demon and part time me rather than vice versa. Addiction is a bitch.
 
terraincognita said:
In one sentence, describe the experience -no- the lifestyle of heavy stimulant addiction to ones fortunate enough to not understand it. There are some places mans not ment to go.
(plz specify DOC)


My own,

I have an evil twin, who will always sabotage all that i have grown, and worked to become as a human being...but i'd choose chaos over realising that theres no twin, its me....and i've just spent the last 4 years doing everything i can to strip apart my life apart piece by piece, and making sure that it stays that way.
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One sentence isn't nearly enough to properly describe an addiction to stimulants. Just sayin..
 
^ word.

I've experienced opiate and stim. dependency, but I don't think there's a sentence long enough to describe what it feels like for me for either of the two.

when I'm coming off I too feel like I can't look in a mirror. I see someone entirely too ate up to even be in the presence of another person. I see sores on my face, my mouth is sore with the chewing and sucking and dryness. my lips are picked apart. I see someone I don't know looking back, I don't know who i am - in my head I'm still this little girl with bucked teeth and a double chin, where has the time gone? my hair used to be a foot shorter, and before that it was a foot longer. it's a foot longer again and I can't find where I was in between all of it. I don't have hobbies anymore, I don't like playing cards or games or watching movies or tv. I don't knit anymore, shit at [one of them] my rock bottom's bottom- shooting meth (give or take a ball in 2 days type shit just shooting - i could clear much more if i was combining with smoking,) in a small town in a trailer park having only toilet water to mix our shots with, in a bathroom on the floor next to some dog shit using the same point my boyfriend and I have been bleaching out and un-clogging with lighters for a week, I realized I hadn't ridden a horse in 6 months. I've ridden since I was 9 and I always said that'd be the death of me, if I stopped. ~ I look at the tv as something to do and don't really process what goes on. I think in my own head these crazy schemes and talk until nothing makes sense so turn to spending hours on a text or online. then I come down and sleep once I've decided suicide is not an option and if I just take a nap I'll wake up and feel better. every time I wonder why I do it..it sucks, everywhere I go it seems, there's shards..and wherever there's not and the people I'm with don't do it I just feel like the black sheep, twitchy or unsociable or too sociable then regretting whatever I said. either way it goes leads to being a recluse and makes the path back to my safety crystallized shell a whole lot quicker..I can't escape, not without some kind of courage at least.
 
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^went to a one off laboring job after a three day meth binge, the dude working with me (also a sub) looked at me and said "what the hell are you on?" then we continued to work

A had a big problem a few years back, your more animal than man, and when you are a man your a very weak one,
Stimulant addiction, don't need a long sentence:"Your no longer a human being" there ya go i described it in six words :p
 
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I gotta say I love the idea of this thread, I like seeing others creativity.

I dont want to but do, It wont be long until its through until Im through all I had, now what to do?
 
you become a sick, sucked-up, ravaged, crazed animal, who once was human, but whose lost that part of her brain that made her so, as it has now almost entirely rotted away, and what's left is myopically focused on nothing but taking more of the poison that is killing her, and shining through her eyes, signaling to others, that she is dangerous.
 
Jabbing a needle full of cocaine into your arm every 10 minutes and then suffering the comedown is pretty damn hellish. It completely fuckes my head up for even weeks after not to mention your arms look like absolute shit after a run on IV coke and all you can think about is more coke. If stimulant addiction get's worse then that i honestly have no desire to ever experience it.
 
i think cocaine is made by the devil. even while shootimg meth, you have some breathing space, to fuck around, doing lots of nothing, but when you IV coke, you want to do it again before the needle is even out.. it's pure hell.
 
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