helpingout
Bluelighter
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- May 16, 2024
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Had a fucking experience last night. Railed a bit of
MDMA. Ate two very good sized Gold Caps. Never been satisfied railing it so I took a large chunk less than 500 mg afterward. Took a shower. Go to my bed. Sitting watching a movie. Start to feeling pretty good. Enjoying it. Then the mdma hits and I’m like no I hate this fucking feeling. I hate doing fucking drugs. Why did I have to do drugs? I was having a pretty great day beforehand. Truth be told. I wanted some fucking
Opiates.
I didn’t want to pick up tho. Not trying to die. Back in the day it would be alright. Nowadays it’s just fucking fent and fentalogues or buprenorphine and an accoasional hydrocodo ne. Utterly bunk market for a user.
But a hippy flip is better than an OD. I ended up feeling pretty awful and just resolved that I wasn’t going to use drugs anymore. I’ve used them long enough to know that every drug, taken in a quantity more than a one off or a joy shot, inevitably ends up feeling bad. Amphetamine comedowns, benzo withdrawal, heroin sickness, alcohol feels bad while you drink it, psychedelics produce bad trips in those with mental illness and sometimes uncover mental illnesses you didn’t know you had, and weed the mother of all harmless drugs is just about as hard to quit as any of em except you have less of a physical compulsion to use. So that’s it.
I’m done taking drugs except for my meds and possibly opiates if I should ever have need to take them. The drug world just isn’t fun for me anymore.
I want a house. I want a garden. I want my
Girlfriend to be my wife. I want
Something more. I want something better.
I’m choosing life.
MDMA. Ate two very good sized Gold Caps. Never been satisfied railing it so I took a large chunk less than 500 mg afterward. Took a shower. Go to my bed. Sitting watching a movie. Start to feeling pretty good. Enjoying it. Then the mdma hits and I’m like no I hate this fucking feeling. I hate doing fucking drugs. Why did I have to do drugs? I was having a pretty great day beforehand. Truth be told. I wanted some fucking
Opiates.
I didn’t want to pick up tho. Not trying to die. Back in the day it would be alright. Nowadays it’s just fucking fent and fentalogues or buprenorphine and an accoasional hydrocodo ne. Utterly bunk market for a user.
But a hippy flip is better than an OD. I ended up feeling pretty awful and just resolved that I wasn’t going to use drugs anymore. I’ve used them long enough to know that every drug, taken in a quantity more than a one off or a joy shot, inevitably ends up feeling bad. Amphetamine comedowns, benzo withdrawal, heroin sickness, alcohol feels bad while you drink it, psychedelics produce bad trips in those with mental illness and sometimes uncover mental illnesses you didn’t know you had, and weed the mother of all harmless drugs is just about as hard to quit as any of em except you have less of a physical compulsion to use. So that’s it.
I’m done taking drugs except for my meds and possibly opiates if I should ever have need to take them. The drug world just isn’t fun for me anymore.
I want a house. I want a garden. I want my
Girlfriend to be my wife. I want
Something more. I want something better.
I’m choosing life.