I bought some molly for my friend and I .15mg each for <snip>$ each. I've taken ecstasy before..it was green with a monkey face pressed outwards. Nothing happened. I never wanted to do ecstasy again because chances are it's cut with other stuff. I've always been fascinated with MDMA ever since I was in 6th grade..I'm 20 now. I wanted the full blown, pure MDMA experience and nothing else with it. Anyways, one night I invite this gay guy over from work (I'm straight). We met up at a nearby restaurant on Christmas Eve and there were already some drunk Mexicans fucking with us in there in a silly way. Anyways we get in his car with seat belts and all, and drive up to the red light. Out of nowhere this drunk black guy rear-ends us and we got whip lashed. He totaled his own car but my friend's bumper was still fine, just got fucked up. The first thing I told my friend was, bro the pipe! Hide it! Sooner or later the cops came, we climbed into the emergency vehicle but didn't go to the hospital. We milked the situation. After that he still came over. Some people were smoking weed, others were drinking. My friend and I however, took the molly. We laid it on some paper and licked it off, it was really bitter and made my mouth tingle a bit. Nothing to throw up over though, I'm not that weak. Now before all of this, I've gotten drunk before and high about 4 times. Alcohol and weed sucks balls. They are impairing drugs and I really hate not having control, on top of that I also feel stuck and trapped. Psychaedelics would suck too, I don't like the idea of "tripping". I figured that downers aren't my thing, so it has to be uppers right? Wrong. I wanted a drug with personality. I wanted something to change me as a person, to enlighten me. I didn't want just some pure euphoria crap like cocaine or meth..which is like a hot girl..just shallow.
Anyways, I was such a pussy that my friend took it first. The reason being was that I already freaked out when I first got high and MDMA must be something way more frightening..right? Wrong hehe. After he took it, I kept checking on his pupils, they seemed fine. He said he felt a little light headed and all, who knows. To me he appeared normal. After an hour seeing that it didn't make him crazy, I took mine. Within 13 minutes of taking it, I immediately stood up and started
. Everything seemed just so...right. I was just walking around back and forth not feeling super hyper or tired either. I just felt right. I grabbed a nearby teddy bear and squeezed it, etc. I was even crushing my soda can of vanilla coke. My pupils were fine. I felt so sober and normal but yet in pure bliss. I hugged everyone and I immediately began to feel very bad for those who were only drinking alcohol because I didn't want them to get drunk and get fucked. It just terrified me. I was focusing on one person at a time having deep conversations with them. We had trance music in the background..I could dance my ass off..yet I could also chill and sit down. The MDMA brought me to my knees out of joy, it was pure bliss. I was forgetting a lot of things but not because I was slow or impaired like you would feel on alcohol or weed, but because I had SO MUCH to say! I grabbed my gay friend's hands while talking to him, tuning everything else out in the room. I still felt straight, didn't feel horny, felt like myself. I told him that even though his parents didn't accept his orientation, they realized how much he means to them when they showed up at the accident. He took molly before so he knows what it's like. He had his head tilted to the side smiling and it just melted me from the inside out. I was like, "Man you're smile is melting me! I just wanna pull my heart out." After he left and all, it was just my friend and I both rolling. I kept talking to him until 4 a.m. I grabbed him by the back of his hair and pulled his forehead into mine. We met in high school and gone through so much together. I dropped out of college and moved out of my parents' house and in with him. I learned how to be a responsible man and handle bills, etc. The MDMA made me cry twice. I was just completely mind blown because the drug felt so genuine to me. It was the authenticity of the effects that it produced for me that blew me away. I immediately thought..this is exactly what I've been looking for. Everything I was saying was coming straight from the heart and I agree with everything I said even when I sobered up. Oh yeah, about the comedown..there was no comedown. I more noticed that I began to talk less and less and I was back to my old sober self again, seeing the world for what it really is. I didn't feel depressed, I just felt so disappointed. It's the feeling you get when you've been in a relationship for a while and the girl dumps you. But the drug itself was so subtle and beautiful, I kept asking myself if it's the drug or maybe it's all just in my head. It felt like an angel got inside of me and grabbed me by my hand, pointing me in the right direction. It has really left a mark in my character, it opened up all my wounds and insecurities. I just felt so mad how alcohol is legal and how so many people preach weed. None of it felt fake whatsoever! I felt like I was this pitiful sad human being piece of crap in front of this almighty power in front of me, it literally just brought me to my knees with the palms of my hands against my cheeks. It was so wonderful and innocent, I could compare MDMA to being a pet dog..so humble and honest, yet people are cruel against these animals (talk shit about MDMA). All the conflicts in this world come from egos and defense mechanisms. I was just sitting there pulling on my hair saying why why why are people like this and that, why why why is this drug illegal. I went to sleep like a baby, was able to wake up earlier the next day feeling good with an afterglow to die for (it was rainy too, it didn't do shit to my day!) That entire day my friend and I were nice to one another, no teasing or joking, we just appreciated one another.
My friend and I are going to take .3mg each this time. I'm not letting myself get addicted to it, although it is VERY mentally addictive, I'm keeping it at 6x per year for therapeutic/enlightment purposes.
Anyways, I was such a pussy that my friend took it first. The reason being was that I already freaked out when I first got high and MDMA must be something way more frightening..right? Wrong hehe. After he took it, I kept checking on his pupils, they seemed fine. He said he felt a little light headed and all, who knows. To me he appeared normal. After an hour seeing that it didn't make him crazy, I took mine. Within 13 minutes of taking it, I immediately stood up and started
. Everything seemed just so...right. I was just walking around back and forth not feeling super hyper or tired either. I just felt right. I grabbed a nearby teddy bear and squeezed it, etc. I was even crushing my soda can of vanilla coke. My pupils were fine. I felt so sober and normal but yet in pure bliss. I hugged everyone and I immediately began to feel very bad for those who were only drinking alcohol because I didn't want them to get drunk and get fucked. It just terrified me. I was focusing on one person at a time having deep conversations with them. We had trance music in the background..I could dance my ass off..yet I could also chill and sit down. The MDMA brought me to my knees out of joy, it was pure bliss. I was forgetting a lot of things but not because I was slow or impaired like you would feel on alcohol or weed, but because I had SO MUCH to say! I grabbed my gay friend's hands while talking to him, tuning everything else out in the room. I still felt straight, didn't feel horny, felt like myself. I told him that even though his parents didn't accept his orientation, they realized how much he means to them when they showed up at the accident. He took molly before so he knows what it's like. He had his head tilted to the side smiling and it just melted me from the inside out. I was like, "Man you're smile is melting me! I just wanna pull my heart out." After he left and all, it was just my friend and I both rolling. I kept talking to him until 4 a.m. I grabbed him by the back of his hair and pulled his forehead into mine. We met in high school and gone through so much together. I dropped out of college and moved out of my parents' house and in with him. I learned how to be a responsible man and handle bills, etc. The MDMA made me cry twice. I was just completely mind blown because the drug felt so genuine to me. It was the authenticity of the effects that it produced for me that blew me away. I immediately thought..this is exactly what I've been looking for. Everything I was saying was coming straight from the heart and I agree with everything I said even when I sobered up. Oh yeah, about the comedown..there was no comedown. I more noticed that I began to talk less and less and I was back to my old sober self again, seeing the world for what it really is. I didn't feel depressed, I just felt so disappointed. It's the feeling you get when you've been in a relationship for a while and the girl dumps you. But the drug itself was so subtle and beautiful, I kept asking myself if it's the drug or maybe it's all just in my head. It felt like an angel got inside of me and grabbed me by my hand, pointing me in the right direction. It has really left a mark in my character, it opened up all my wounds and insecurities. I just felt so mad how alcohol is legal and how so many people preach weed. None of it felt fake whatsoever! I felt like I was this pitiful sad human being piece of crap in front of this almighty power in front of me, it literally just brought me to my knees with the palms of my hands against my cheeks. It was so wonderful and innocent, I could compare MDMA to being a pet dog..so humble and honest, yet people are cruel against these animals (talk shit about MDMA). All the conflicts in this world come from egos and defense mechanisms. I was just sitting there pulling on my hair saying why why why are people like this and that, why why why is this drug illegal. I went to sleep like a baby, was able to wake up earlier the next day feeling good with an afterglow to die for (it was rainy too, it didn't do shit to my day!) That entire day my friend and I were nice to one another, no teasing or joking, we just appreciated one another.My friend and I are going to take .3mg each this time. I'm not letting myself get addicted to it, although it is VERY mentally addictive, I'm keeping it at 6x per year for therapeutic/enlightment purposes.
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![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
MDMA has an EXTREMELY bitter taste, definitely not sweet in any way.