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Hi everyone- I'm new to posting here, so please excuse any silly mistakes you might find in this post 
I had (stupidly) decided to hang out with some strangers in the "bad side" of town a couple days ago. At first we were just smoking weed
(I'm already very experienced with weed), until someone passed me a meth pipe. I decided to say "fuck it" and give it a try. I took about four hits, two were baby hits and the rest were rather large. I then snorted too reasonably sized lines- another mistake. I began to become way more sociable and talkative, as I'm usually pretty quiet and mellow. Eventually I decided to head home, right as the meth really kicked in. And by "really" I mean that I was shaking profusely, couldn't hear a thing, and was sweating like a sinner in a church. While at the bus stop a lady was on the phone, and being the drug-ridden idiot I am, I responded to everything she said until I heard her say "There's some girl talking out loud at the bus stop, she's high as shit." After that embarrassment I just couldn't sit still. I kept hearing those same exact words, "High as shit...", until the bus came. I got on and thought that I was just sitting normally, until I noticed people staring and whispering. Or at least that's what I though, it very much could've just been the paranoia. I got off, not listening to what the bus driver said, something about me being alright. I began to walk to home and soon noticed how weird my walking was. My feet were dragging on the ground, my shoulders were held high, and I was still shaking. Two girls passed by me on skateboards, one yelled "Pothead!". I felt like crying, I just wanted to get home and have this trip be over. When I was nearly home I passed by another pair of girls. They talked loudly about how my hair looked like shit (I didn't notice that the wind had blown my bangs all over my face, and the sweat made it all gross and greasy), and then called me a crackhead... god, I really felt like shit. I eventually got home, and luckily my dad wasn't there. I passed out in my bed, and my trip didn't end until about six in the morning (it started around one pm).
I do have various mental illnesses and take about five medications for them, I'm assuming that it might have had something to do with it (I tried looking it up, wasn't very well documented)
I don't think I'll ever be trying meth again, but if I do, it'll definitely be with some trusted trip sitters and not in public.
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I had (stupidly) decided to hang out with some strangers in the "bad side" of town a couple days ago. At first we were just smoking weed
(I'm already very experienced with weed), until someone passed me a meth pipe. I decided to say "fuck it" and give it a try. I took about four hits, two were baby hits and the rest were rather large. I then snorted too reasonably sized lines- another mistake. I began to become way more sociable and talkative, as I'm usually pretty quiet and mellow. Eventually I decided to head home, right as the meth really kicked in. And by "really" I mean that I was shaking profusely, couldn't hear a thing, and was sweating like a sinner in a church. While at the bus stop a lady was on the phone, and being the drug-ridden idiot I am, I responded to everything she said until I heard her say "There's some girl talking out loud at the bus stop, she's high as shit." After that embarrassment I just couldn't sit still. I kept hearing those same exact words, "High as shit...", until the bus came. I got on and thought that I was just sitting normally, until I noticed people staring and whispering. Or at least that's what I though, it very much could've just been the paranoia. I got off, not listening to what the bus driver said, something about me being alright. I began to walk to home and soon noticed how weird my walking was. My feet were dragging on the ground, my shoulders were held high, and I was still shaking. Two girls passed by me on skateboards, one yelled "Pothead!". I felt like crying, I just wanted to get home and have this trip be over. When I was nearly home I passed by another pair of girls. They talked loudly about how my hair looked like shit (I didn't notice that the wind had blown my bangs all over my face, and the sweat made it all gross and greasy), and then called me a crackhead... god, I really felt like shit. I eventually got home, and luckily my dad wasn't there. I passed out in my bed, and my trip didn't end until about six in the morning (it started around one pm).
I do have various mental illnesses and take about five medications for them, I'm assuming that it might have had something to do with it (I tried looking it up, wasn't very well documented)
I don't think I'll ever be trying meth again, but if I do, it'll definitely be with some trusted trip sitters and not in public.
Tagged by Xorkoth
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