shroomster
Bluelighter
Might as well spill the beans. I have not a soul in my life I can talk to about it, so thank you in advance, communal therapist. I'm still sleep deprived and out of sorts, so bear with me.
As a preface, I want to list everything this relapse was NOT
-magical
-euphoric
-fun
-enjoyable
I had a few drinks with some friends on xmas eve. Drunk and oblivious to my own volitions, I got home and just sort of decided I was going to get my DOC. I'm bisexual, but I stronger prefer women. However, I picked up that meth was the drug of choice among the gay community. Being a young stud muffin like myself, this works in my advantage. Within 3 minutes on an app called Grndr (sort of like a raw gay facebook), I hooked up with an older, unattractive male who had the connection. I basically allowed a stranger to grope and kiss me, and offered oral favors in exchange for my DOC. Fortunately, he wasn't very rapey. In fact, he asked me to leave after an hour or so because it was too apparent I wasn't down.
So I come home, bang the shit in a hurry and piss drunk. I miss part of my shot because holy fuck I am an idiot. So I did not get that rush I was dying to get. Instead, I became my normal paranoid schizophrenic, totally psychotic tweaker I always instantly become for 24 hours. Even on tiny doses of meth, I hallucinate, and see into this hologram/sim universe and I think everyone is trying to kill me. It's horrifying, and it's the same EVERY TIME I do meth. Why, why do I crave something that has literally driven me into insanity? Why do I crave soemthing that I know, in advance, does not work like it used to. The euphoria, the fun, the love, the strong creative feelings. All gone. So why, even now after experiencing this nightmare, want more? Ah, the human mind is retarded.
it's been 8 or so hours since I really felt the effects of meth, but I am still utterly disgusted with myself. It is what it is. Just another relapse. Never got to that year. Maybe this time ha
As a preface, I want to list everything this relapse was NOT
-magical
-euphoric
-fun
-enjoyable
I had a few drinks with some friends on xmas eve. Drunk and oblivious to my own volitions, I got home and just sort of decided I was going to get my DOC. I'm bisexual, but I stronger prefer women. However, I picked up that meth was the drug of choice among the gay community. Being a young stud muffin like myself, this works in my advantage. Within 3 minutes on an app called Grndr (sort of like a raw gay facebook), I hooked up with an older, unattractive male who had the connection. I basically allowed a stranger to grope and kiss me, and offered oral favors in exchange for my DOC. Fortunately, he wasn't very rapey. In fact, he asked me to leave after an hour or so because it was too apparent I wasn't down.
So I come home, bang the shit in a hurry and piss drunk. I miss part of my shot because holy fuck I am an idiot. So I did not get that rush I was dying to get. Instead, I became my normal paranoid schizophrenic, totally psychotic tweaker I always instantly become for 24 hours. Even on tiny doses of meth, I hallucinate, and see into this hologram/sim universe and I think everyone is trying to kill me. It's horrifying, and it's the same EVERY TIME I do meth. Why, why do I crave something that has literally driven me into insanity? Why do I crave soemthing that I know, in advance, does not work like it used to. The euphoria, the fun, the love, the strong creative feelings. All gone. So why, even now after experiencing this nightmare, want more? Ah, the human mind is retarded.
it's been 8 or so hours since I really felt the effects of meth, but I am still utterly disgusted with myself. It is what it is. Just another relapse. Never got to that year. Maybe this time ha
