molly897
Bluelighter
W.O.W.
ever since i was addicted to coke, i treated every drug the same. snorted oxys way too fast, snorted MDMA way too fast, drank patron way too fast, and acid was no different. i started by taking one, then ten minutes later my second. then said fuck it, i'll eat two more, and then finished the last one. my husband (then fiance at the time) and i had gotten 10 with the intention of us only eating 2 each and selling the remaining 6 to friends. not only did we fuck our friends over but i personally think i experienced ego death.
first cube, didn't feel much, which initiated eating a second. we were just sitting on our apartment floor listening to music. the second cube, things got reallll wobbly and spinny 10 minutes later. but that wasn't good enough for me. then i ate two more expecting to go to disney land. and i did. my then fiance got in the car and we drove (i don't remember where) but everything was pop up balloon like figures. inflated houses, like those jumpy houses you play in as a kid. colors were vibrant, it felt like i was on a rollercoaster. we were only going 35mph but the outside world sped up so fast it felt like we were going 60.
when we got back, with only two cubes left we both said fuck it and ate our last one. at this point my fiance wasn't tripping nearly as hard as i was and he was waving his hand infront of my face and i was seeing double, triple his fingers. i remember we left our phone charger in the car, and i kept saying WAIT WAIT, and getting all dolled up and putting my make up on like i was going to a restaurant or something, and 20 minutes later being like, what the fuck did i do this for? were going to the fucking car? and just bursting out laughing at the idocrisy of not realizing i was just going out to the car at 2 in the morning to get a car charger and come back in.
then things got BAD. i blacked out numerous times, woke up to the room spinning a grey color as if i was in purgatory. i was seeing 10-15 ghosts of myself kneeled over, throwing up, crying and flying all around me. the room was dark and grey when the lights were on, but everytime i looked at my fiance it stopped. but if i looked away it went right back to the same thing again. i saw myself how everyone else saw me, skin and bones, sickly, pale, constantly throwing up all the time from my stomach problems. it was a rude awakening. but like i said everytime i looked at my fiance it stopped. it was like everything was okay aslong as i just kept looking at him.
then i blacked out a few times, laid down on the floor on my back. my fiance kept asking me to get on the couch but i couldn't respond until he asked me why wasn't i getting on the couch? all icould say is what? i dont know? what do you mean get on the couch? fuck. fuck. i don't remember you saying that. he said i was saying this girls name 'miranda' over and over again. i don't know anyone named miranda, or anyone in my family named miranda. but that creeped me the fucked out when he told me that.
the next morning i woke up still tripping but as if i had only eaten two hits. everything was still wobbly and i was like fuuuuck. but oh well it's not so bad today. the scary part of the entire trip was knowing the next day that my fiance wasn't tripping nearly as hard as i was, and i thought he was on my level. i thought he was seeing everything i was seeing and he wasn't. the fact that i was completely alone in my own trip scared me even the next day.
but the next day (like most people experience), everything was really emotional for me. i appreciated songs more, i appreciated life more, my levels were reset. my anxiety went away, my depression went away. and it stayed like that for two to three days.
all in all i think i really lost myself that night and discovered a person entirely new, cause that was the last drug i've done. i've been sober since because it made me think, why the fuck am i doing this? i had no desire to trip again, and i suddenly hated being on my prescribed medication for my disorder. drugs and medication and even weed repulsed me. i really needed a trip like this as a wake up call. but if i didn't have my fiance there i don't know what would have happened
damn i need a cigarette after that
ever since i was addicted to coke, i treated every drug the same. snorted oxys way too fast, snorted MDMA way too fast, drank patron way too fast, and acid was no different. i started by taking one, then ten minutes later my second. then said fuck it, i'll eat two more, and then finished the last one. my husband (then fiance at the time) and i had gotten 10 with the intention of us only eating 2 each and selling the remaining 6 to friends. not only did we fuck our friends over but i personally think i experienced ego death.
first cube, didn't feel much, which initiated eating a second. we were just sitting on our apartment floor listening to music. the second cube, things got reallll wobbly and spinny 10 minutes later. but that wasn't good enough for me. then i ate two more expecting to go to disney land. and i did. my then fiance got in the car and we drove (i don't remember where) but everything was pop up balloon like figures. inflated houses, like those jumpy houses you play in as a kid. colors were vibrant, it felt like i was on a rollercoaster. we were only going 35mph but the outside world sped up so fast it felt like we were going 60.
when we got back, with only two cubes left we both said fuck it and ate our last one. at this point my fiance wasn't tripping nearly as hard as i was and he was waving his hand infront of my face and i was seeing double, triple his fingers. i remember we left our phone charger in the car, and i kept saying WAIT WAIT, and getting all dolled up and putting my make up on like i was going to a restaurant or something, and 20 minutes later being like, what the fuck did i do this for? were going to the fucking car? and just bursting out laughing at the idocrisy of not realizing i was just going out to the car at 2 in the morning to get a car charger and come back in.
then things got BAD. i blacked out numerous times, woke up to the room spinning a grey color as if i was in purgatory. i was seeing 10-15 ghosts of myself kneeled over, throwing up, crying and flying all around me. the room was dark and grey when the lights were on, but everytime i looked at my fiance it stopped. but if i looked away it went right back to the same thing again. i saw myself how everyone else saw me, skin and bones, sickly, pale, constantly throwing up all the time from my stomach problems. it was a rude awakening. but like i said everytime i looked at my fiance it stopped. it was like everything was okay aslong as i just kept looking at him.
then i blacked out a few times, laid down on the floor on my back. my fiance kept asking me to get on the couch but i couldn't respond until he asked me why wasn't i getting on the couch? all icould say is what? i dont know? what do you mean get on the couch? fuck. fuck. i don't remember you saying that. he said i was saying this girls name 'miranda' over and over again. i don't know anyone named miranda, or anyone in my family named miranda. but that creeped me the fucked out when he told me that.
the next morning i woke up still tripping but as if i had only eaten two hits. everything was still wobbly and i was like fuuuuck. but oh well it's not so bad today. the scary part of the entire trip was knowing the next day that my fiance wasn't tripping nearly as hard as i was, and i thought he was on my level. i thought he was seeing everything i was seeing and he wasn't. the fact that i was completely alone in my own trip scared me even the next day.
but the next day (like most people experience), everything was really emotional for me. i appreciated songs more, i appreciated life more, my levels were reset. my anxiety went away, my depression went away. and it stayed like that for two to three days.
all in all i think i really lost myself that night and discovered a person entirely new, cause that was the last drug i've done. i've been sober since because it made me think, why the fuck am i doing this? i had no desire to trip again, and i suddenly hated being on my prescribed medication for my disorder. drugs and medication and even weed repulsed me. i really needed a trip like this as a wake up call. but if i didn't have my fiance there i don't know what would have happened
damn i need a cigarette after that
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