Depressicaa
Bluelighter
I'm posting this here since the context might be better and this seems in the gestalt of psychedelics. Trip reports maybe, I was going to put it in homeless, but unfortunately those are in limbo for long periods of time so I decided to throw it here.
I would love to see your responses, look me an idiot, see my mistake laugh maybe insult me creatively, I'm gonna love every response, shower me with attention!
Previous to this:
Klonopin + Xanax + GABA induced 4 hour sleep
Partied and took Adderall during for the night
Crashed for 8 hours
Woke up, took 2CE and had a useless trip. I tried to get something out there, and I did manage to insult someone on IRC, then jokingly remarked about the risk factors or me driving not expecting (hahaha) to hit anything. Someone called me and I decided to go. Told my cousin the same thing and I would be going over soon, very funny that I told him [SPOILERS I DIE].
We met up, and because he wanted to learn to play a trading card game I taught him. Later I drove him back, talking about how awful the road was and how incredibly hard it was to see today. I left him, and then on the freeway I thought my speed was alright, then I slid pretty fucking hard, tried to slam the brakes like I'm not supposed to, going to have to google for what to do in these situations, and hit it hard enough to hit the side of the expressway. The airbags didn't explode out and I walked out pretty calm and my heartrate didn't even change. It was so surreal that its almost that it didn't happen besides the front is now totally fucking gone. I drove to my father's house and my sister offered me chicken soup, the irony! I never eat, she never cooks, and here we have chicken soup for the crash survivor! Please smile, it would make my day.
Just a little thought, should I be happy that I don't have to replace the airbags or should I be horrified that they did not explode? I would imagine that they would have to be fault if the entire bumper came off, but they didn't impact. I didn't even get whiplash or much of... anything. In terms of crashing it was as benign as possible.
One thing I do know is that I don't want to drive when it is raining anymore (especially night times!), and I will avoid it as much as possible. I can miss a schoolday but I can't miss a day in my life, because nothing really comes after I miss that day. I'm sure it will, but I won't be able to partake!
I don't know if it was due to the 2CE or the klonopin that I was so calm. Maybe even Dexedrine? Maybe it wasn't even drugs and I am just that kind of person. Its nice to know that you can learn from your mistakes, before the mistake becomes great enough that you can't. Right now I'm taking more 2CE and Adderall and Dexedrine so I can throw more shit my way and avoid accidents like something today, y'know learn. My entire life is irony, and I will never have enough knowledge, and my death will be ironic as well in the strongest and funniest ways possible.
Its very possible to die everyday from various activities. I'm horrified I wasn't a better learned driver, very happy it happened so that I could learn from it, and the fact that I will become a better person, even if it does mean being the asshole who doesn't drive fast enough or refuses to take risks for odd reasons, but choose to partake in equally dangerous activities.
I knew I had ADD. My doctors told me I have ADD. I guess I really do, and this crash made me happy, glad I didn't hurt anyone else, or me. It was a sudden jolt of excitement, I suppose I'll have to seek out the "OH SHIT" feeling so that I don't have to repeat a cycle of crashing cars to get my fix. The doctors think its Adderall/Dexedrine that will do it, its lost its fun for me. I can take more, but I'll just end up feeling like I want more. Would be so nice to turn it into something constructive, I always liked business.
Life is just a series of experiences, but I think when we call something an experience, it is profound and deeply impacting. My life didn't flash before me, and I doubt I have ever had an ego death simply because this would have been the perfect compliment to my day with 2CE. Its opened my eyes, but its more like hey who is gonna clean your room when you die asshole? Who will find all your dirty secrets and kill you if they could? Where would your drugs go to? I can't imagine not being able to shit anymore even though I hate needing to. Of course I can write these things being alive as well. I really like 2CE.
If it was easier to procure I would take it daily, and never look back on Adderall or Dexedrine. Had I a source for a large amount of this I would take around 5mg since I can't scale it for shit, and enjoy my ADD treatment.
The most important thing?
And a stupid grin on my face as everyone asked me if I was alright. Yes, I will make it alright.
I would love to see your responses, look me an idiot, see my mistake laugh maybe insult me creatively, I'm gonna love every response, shower me with attention!
Previous to this:
Klonopin + Xanax + GABA induced 4 hour sleep
Partied and took Adderall during for the night
Crashed for 8 hours
Woke up, took 2CE and had a useless trip. I tried to get something out there, and I did manage to insult someone on IRC, then jokingly remarked about the risk factors or me driving not expecting (hahaha) to hit anything. Someone called me and I decided to go. Told my cousin the same thing and I would be going over soon, very funny that I told him [SPOILERS I DIE].
We met up, and because he wanted to learn to play a trading card game I taught him. Later I drove him back, talking about how awful the road was and how incredibly hard it was to see today. I left him, and then on the freeway I thought my speed was alright, then I slid pretty fucking hard, tried to slam the brakes like I'm not supposed to, going to have to google for what to do in these situations, and hit it hard enough to hit the side of the expressway. The airbags didn't explode out and I walked out pretty calm and my heartrate didn't even change. It was so surreal that its almost that it didn't happen besides the front is now totally fucking gone. I drove to my father's house and my sister offered me chicken soup, the irony! I never eat, she never cooks, and here we have chicken soup for the crash survivor! Please smile, it would make my day.
Just a little thought, should I be happy that I don't have to replace the airbags or should I be horrified that they did not explode? I would imagine that they would have to be fault if the entire bumper came off, but they didn't impact. I didn't even get whiplash or much of... anything. In terms of crashing it was as benign as possible.
One thing I do know is that I don't want to drive when it is raining anymore (especially night times!), and I will avoid it as much as possible. I can miss a schoolday but I can't miss a day in my life, because nothing really comes after I miss that day. I'm sure it will, but I won't be able to partake!
I don't know if it was due to the 2CE or the klonopin that I was so calm. Maybe even Dexedrine? Maybe it wasn't even drugs and I am just that kind of person. Its nice to know that you can learn from your mistakes, before the mistake becomes great enough that you can't. Right now I'm taking more 2CE and Adderall and Dexedrine so I can throw more shit my way and avoid accidents like something today, y'know learn. My entire life is irony, and I will never have enough knowledge, and my death will be ironic as well in the strongest and funniest ways possible.
Its very possible to die everyday from various activities. I'm horrified I wasn't a better learned driver, very happy it happened so that I could learn from it, and the fact that I will become a better person, even if it does mean being the asshole who doesn't drive fast enough or refuses to take risks for odd reasons, but choose to partake in equally dangerous activities.
I knew I had ADD. My doctors told me I have ADD. I guess I really do, and this crash made me happy, glad I didn't hurt anyone else, or me. It was a sudden jolt of excitement, I suppose I'll have to seek out the "OH SHIT" feeling so that I don't have to repeat a cycle of crashing cars to get my fix. The doctors think its Adderall/Dexedrine that will do it, its lost its fun for me. I can take more, but I'll just end up feeling like I want more. Would be so nice to turn it into something constructive, I always liked business.
Life is just a series of experiences, but I think when we call something an experience, it is profound and deeply impacting. My life didn't flash before me, and I doubt I have ever had an ego death simply because this would have been the perfect compliment to my day with 2CE. Its opened my eyes, but its more like hey who is gonna clean your room when you die asshole? Who will find all your dirty secrets and kill you if they could? Where would your drugs go to? I can't imagine not being able to shit anymore even though I hate needing to. Of course I can write these things being alive as well. I really like 2CE.
The most important thing?
And a stupid grin on my face as everyone asked me if I was alright. Yes, I will make it alright.
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