Drugs I will never do again... wow. I have quite a few lol! I'll go in order of "EW FUCK THAT NASTY SHIT" to "It was alright, but nothing special and not worth my time or money."
1. Speed: FUCK that shit. It seriously sucks the life and soul out of you and turns you into a completely different, scandalous person. I was stealing money from my own parents... my friends... even stealing from the registers at work (which I ended up finally getting arrested for - grand theft), just to get my fix. I don't like the way you lose sleep or your appetite (two things I love). Since I'm already petite, losing more weight would just make me look straight up disgusting. Seriously. I was a tweaker for two years... about 8 years ago now... and my parents didn't catch on to it at all. They just thought I was anorexic. My mom yelled at my dad for an hour straight one time because he said "You need to stop eating, you're getting fat!" He said it as a joke, just kidding around... but my mom legit thought I was anorexic and that my dad was feeding my so-called anorexia by that comment. How sad. If she only knew what was REALLY going on. Plus, the comedown SUCKS. And the binging/crashing cycle is not conducive to a good lifestyle. At al.
2. Ecstasy: I overdid it back in my raver days. 6 years later, and I STILL don't get a good high. I get all of the negative effects like grinding my jaw, nystagmus, nausea, anxiety, and complete dysphoria... with maybe 30-45 minutes of euphoria IF I'm lucky. After that, the comedown is worse than speed. Everything feels empty and meaningless to me, my whole body hurts, I'm irritable, and I'm hungry but can't find my appetite... I'm also super tired, but can't sleep. Screw that.
3. Cocaine: Tied with ecstasy. I always throw up right after railing it, even if it's a very small line. It just makes me feel sick and I don't enjoy the high at all. Instead of feeling euphoric, it makes me paranoid about my heart rate and everything else, and I become the opposite of social - withdrawn and irritable, just want to be left alone! I don't like it, because when I'm sober, I'm a very outgoing and friendly person by nature... being withdrawn and irritable by every little thing is not my M.O. Besides, I hate that you have to take more and more every 15 minutes, just for a high that isn't even that great. I hate the numbness you get in your throat and sinuses too, that's mostly what causes my nausea.
4. Mushrooms: The first few times I took it, I loved it. After that, I'd always have bad trips. I lost a few friends one time even, because I called the ambulance on myself (I swore I was dying)... and even though I didn't rat ANYONE out, they all said I was "burning their spot". Nevermind the fact that I walked to the park down the street before calling them. Either way, I'd rather not cry and get stuck in a cycle of negative thoughts, convinced that I'm either going crazy and will be stuck that way forever or that I'm going to die, for a full 8 hours. So NOT my idea of a good time. I might be older now and I'd PROBABLY be able to handle it better (I handle salvia just fine, in fact I love it) since I have a better outlook on life these days, and better friends... but still... don't want to risk it.
5. DXM aka Dexterothemorphine: Was mentally addicted to it for two years in high school. I'd take it every single day during third period. Thanks to DXM, my entire sophomore year was screwed up - that drug is the sole reason I am at a community college instead of a university right now. Up until then, I was on the honor roll and a model student... but once DXM came into the picture, I was expelled the beginning of sophomore year for giving a girl FOUR Coricidin pills (who swore up and down she wasn't on anti-depressants, even though I warned her beforehand NOT to mix that shit)... and the dumb bitch took them anyway, had a seizure in the middle of 4th period, ratted me out for her own dumb mistake, and I was expelled. At my new school after being expelled, I failed every single class, because I was too busy enjoying the visuals and delusions to be bothered with schoolwork. Once I finally got off, I was getting straight A's and the occasional B again... but it still wasn't enough to salvage the damage I did during sophomore year. It just set me back way too much, and because of that, I hate the drug... in the long run, all it did was hold me back in life.
6. Heroin: I saved this for last for several reasons. One, because opiates are my drug of choice. Two, because it didn't affect my life negatively in any way, shape, or form. Heroin had always been elusive to me while I was addicted to pills... I never had the desire to try it, but it was one of those things that seemed so... well, elusive. Like it belonged to it's own little club. At one point toward the end of my addiction, I started to want to try it. Well, I had the opportunity to do so a few weeks back. I smoked it, because the one thing I promised myself I would NEVER EVER do is put a needle in my arm to get high; I've stayed good on that promise, and I plan to keep it that way. So my friend, B, put it on some foil... handed me a straw... lit it... the smoke came up... and I ripped it. And then... nothing. I KNOW I inhaled a good amount of it. But at best, all I got was a slight head change and slight double vision. No climbing to heaven, no euphoria so strong that I could hardly even handle it... closing my eyes was nice, but that was about it. Heroin is overrated, in my opinion. The high (or lack of) is not worth the time, money, or possibility of catching your hair on fire while you try to light the foil.. which I almost did. It's not bad, but it's not good either. It's just nothing. Definitely not for me, no matter how much I love opiates.
And... yeah. That's about it. That's also 90% of the drugs I've tried, lol. The only other ones I've done are weed (which hardly counts), benzo's, barbituates, alcohol, and hydrocodone/oxycodone.