I found my 2 gram bag of PV yesterday, along with a new arraival of 1 g a-PVP, 1 g, ethylphendiate and 1 gr MAM-2201 and sample of 5f-UR-144... And today i got one of the "lost" sendings" from august. 2 gr of MDPV, 1 gr og ethylphendiate, 1 gr methuopropamine and sample of a new opiat RC, and even more MAM-2201 (sample).
How can we know if it's real or just PV when all the PV stries END with no explenation of wat happend after that tweak was gone for years? How do you know he went off to hospital or sobered up, and not jail? What if one or some of those paraniod stories actually are true? Or maybe 50 % of them?
Like i'm sitting here affraid of bugs, thinking it's PV's fault i'm affraid of these nasty shit. AM i just going to ignore freaking bugs crawling on my floor (which everyone sees) just to not give in to the paranoia? This MEGA threads actually made me expect everything worse, and i got what i expected.
I had to turn off the light, but i just ket turning them on and rearraged hiding spots for my RC.

Hahaha.... I think messuring and counting it must bea wonderful obsession, at least you don't overdose (as you think)...
I don't know what to belive anymore. Went out clubbing the other night. It is just like when I walk in the club sober i remember a part of my life that i (think not) never lived. I remember all the faces like i have seen them all and know tem. EVERY fucking guy is staring at me, not kidding! And random people are staalking me, some people asks if i have "it" and everyone seem TO BE AFTER ME...LOL... and the police was there outside and i was of course so fucking crazy. Beliving everyone who came by me was going to either steal my bag, make me do something they could catch me for etc. So i couldn't really have a nice time...
Just woke up toa MESS. Paranoid as hell i was yesterday, taxiwith two guys home at 3 am. ut there where onecar parked ith the front lights on for hours rigt outside here, like spying in my window. I had to turn off the light, but i just ket turning them on and rearraged hiding spots for my RC. Was expecting the cops to kick in the door anytime.
anyway I'm NOT stacking RC AT HOME ANYMORE... Even though i don't have any illegal RC, it gives me less plessure than fun to have it around.
The worst part is that i don't know if this is just PARANOIA from PV or if it's true. I KNOW soeone must think i'm a dealer for real since they keep asking me if i have drugs, but i can't remember ever having sold anything... May I be living two lifes? Since i keep remembering their faces, but not the rest. Or was i just too HIGH on ethylphenidat?! I bet i snorted like 100-200 mg in one sitting.
At least it's not PV that makes me that sketchy, it s probbly the combo ETHYL/MPA. I got real euphoria, but not fun. And while i was writing this my PC SHOT DOWN suddenly. Like someone was hacking it and spying on me. Maybe?
Christ to bastard, how anyone actually still does PV is beyond me.

This thread pickles my brain. I got some ecto, a bag of weed & some ketamine. I feel old.
Wait until you get your PV arrive OPENED in the post with the postman handing it to you knowingly, holding the envelope so you can see that he can see what's in it.
THEN you find out what paranoia is. Happened to me.
Hiding places? I found a new one every three seconds. Police sirens getting louder as they approach your front door? Yeah that happened. For days. In my head.
Yes. I was also very underweight and was commited to hospital because of anorexia. Everything was OK. pulse was a little too high (i was still using PV in hospital), my 24 hour EKG was all right, and all my blood tests were in nrmal range. Don't know if that's what you mean is a full check. But nothing to worry about. Even my blood tests now, after riding the wagon for a year, are normal, kidneys and liver are fine and yeah...
pulse was a little too high (i was still using PV in hospital), .
Productive high, increased libido. Highly enjoyable over an extended session of getting more done than normal.