19, first dropped at 16. Haven't had any pills since October.
I don't crave the effects of the drug in particular, but I miss the entirety of the experience of taking the drug, immersing yourself in the music, the way you connect with people, just losing yourself in the weekend. There's really nothing in sober life that seems to compare to it.
That said, though I occasionally have moments of intense longing for that, I know rationally I can't have it back. I don't want to drop the pills and go to a nightclub, I want to go back to a time when I was fresh out of highschool and had just discovered a great wide world of amazing music and amazing places and amazing people, when it felt like all my problems would never matter again because I had the weekend to look forward to.
Sadly, I can't get that back. There's no way to bring back that kind of naieve innocence that made those first months really amazing and special, when I thought I'd found somethig that completed me, found somewhere I felt at home and at peace. It's a time I want, not a place, and no amount of drugs will take me back there.
Sometimes I get an urge to dive back into it, but I know it won't be the same because I've seen the other half of the coin. I'd still have fun, but ultimately I'd waste my money because I've experienced everything the drug and the scene have to offer, and if I keep going back for more it'll just hurt me more and cheapen the memories.