Renz Envy
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I dropped the first 36mg pill at 7:30. Minor effects sprung on me at around 8:30.
I was not satisfied with the extremely weak buzz, so I popped another at 9:00.
This time I also chased it with two shots of jack daniels.
By 10, it was kicking in hard. I can explain the feeling as being a very weak chemical high, with a burning, almost uncomfortable, but nonetheless alerting buzz. It feels good, socializing is... comfortable. Talking with people seems easy.
At 11 I begin coming down. Like adderall (farrr worse though), I suddenly feel a kink in my euphoria and I begin to come down in waves. As I'm coming down, I'm entering a party.
*fuck fuck!* Im saying to myself. I don't want to take another. So I begin drinking beer!
Suddenly at 12 I start to become the most paranoid I've been in a while. The alcohol begins to steamroll me like a train, but it does little to cover the comedown! I'm paranoid and drunk!
The cops come. I can describe the experience as me being too cracked out to look anyone in the eye. At this point people are hooking up in bedrooms and shit. I just want to go home.
I go home at 1:30. By 2:00 I'm in my bed rethinking things. I still dont regret going home. My soul feels like someone took a cigarette and burned a hole in it.
Moral of the story is that being greedy is a sin. I took 2 concerta knowing fully well that the stuff would be bad news. But I was so obsessed with the idea of having a stim to keep me awake and social, that I overlooked the fact that the repercussions of my actions would ultimately backfire.
I dropped the first 36mg pill at 7:30. Minor effects sprung on me at around 8:30.
I was not satisfied with the extremely weak buzz, so I popped another at 9:00.
This time I also chased it with two shots of jack daniels.
By 10, it was kicking in hard. I can explain the feeling as being a very weak chemical high, with a burning, almost uncomfortable, but nonetheless alerting buzz. It feels good, socializing is... comfortable. Talking with people seems easy.
At 11 I begin coming down. Like adderall (farrr worse though), I suddenly feel a kink in my euphoria and I begin to come down in waves. As I'm coming down, I'm entering a party.
*fuck fuck!* Im saying to myself. I don't want to take another. So I begin drinking beer!
Suddenly at 12 I start to become the most paranoid I've been in a while. The alcohol begins to steamroll me like a train, but it does little to cover the comedown! I'm paranoid and drunk!
The cops come. I can describe the experience as me being too cracked out to look anyone in the eye. At this point people are hooking up in bedrooms and shit. I just want to go home.
I go home at 1:30. By 2:00 I'm in my bed rethinking things. I still dont regret going home. My soul feels like someone took a cigarette and burned a hole in it.
Moral of the story is that being greedy is a sin. I took 2 concerta knowing fully well that the stuff would be bad news. But I was so obsessed with the idea of having a stim to keep me awake and social, that I overlooked the fact that the repercussions of my actions would ultimately backfire.
