OpiodSlave
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I never wrote one of these before...so bear with me. I would like too say the only variable in this experiment would be the introduction of Seroqoul, an anti psychotic. This happend two years ago, but being practically the only bad trip I ever had...I feel very compelled too write it.
T0:00- Me and a few of my mates are in the woods, behind the bowling alley.
smoking a few blunts, and sipping a 40 oz. One of my mates was selling these pills I never heard of...seroqoul...Being so close with him, he simply gave me a few too try. So I chew two pills, wash it down with a swig of St.Ides, and it began
T0:30 - A few blunt later, I feel...something; Something I can't put my finger on. Yes! The Seroqoul! Kicking in, I'm excited being I'm open too almost any new experince
T0:45 - Some of my friends start heading home...I do the same. Walking home, suddenly I start thinking. Why the fuck am I here? I'm a 17 year old snoddy nosed pot smoking no body. The only thing I'll ever be remembered for is being a dumbass. I wanna end it, I wanna throw myself in front of this pkwy and save everyone the trouble of having too deal with me. Jesus christ...what's wrong with me???
T1:15 - I arrive at my house, the walk home that took forty five minutes, felt like 5. If only my mind felt the same. As of now...I'm thinking, wait till everyone sees my ugly ass on the news (I got on the news because of some rapes by my high school, a pretty cool day for me, well looking back now). My receding hair line, my big nose, annoying voice. I go too open the front door...it's locked, my keys are inside. I turn around, and see death. It was autumn, the trees were changing and too me the pile of leaves, bare naked trees, was just psychological hell. I sit on my stoop, look at the watch. My mom will be home in 20 minutes. But I can't wait...I need to obe in my warm cozy home too escape the surrounding death. I call, very upset...I think ven crying...she leave 20 minutes early.
T1:25 - Mom arrives home, asks me what's wrong. I told her I couldnt look at myself. I shaved my head bald before this and this hair style wasnt the best I ever had (but surley not as bad as I felt it was at the time) and it exposed my receding hair line. Typically...it didnt bother me, hell I think Im actually one of the few people who can pull it off...but for some reason this minor imperfection was way too much for me at this moment. I tell my mom this is depressing me to othe point of I can't stop crying. If you knew me...this is beyond wierd. I almost never cry. I couldnt stop. It hit me...that fucking seroqoul...but even knowing what it was, didn't help. I get up and make a sandwich too try and help bring me down along side a tal lglass of milk.
T2:00 - Okay, I think the sandwich helpled. I'm a little calmer. The news is on! I wait too see myself, my mom joins me hoping this will get me over this seemingly random depression. It didn't I saw myself...but something wasnt right. It wasnt me. It was a mirrored image of me...but not me. I bug the fuck out. I sart cring again but this time accompanied by severe anger. I throw my plate across the room. My mom starts too cry and begs me too stop..and so I do. At this point...theres only one tihng too do. Sleep this off.
T2:20 - I go upstairs too my bathroom, knowing better than too look in the mirror, take a benedryl and wait for sedation. I set my room too a very calming setting. My AC on, Jazz music, dimmed lights. I hit the bed, and for the first time in the last two hours...fell a little better. Sleep comes appropiatley thirty five minutes later
T5:00ish - I wake up, extremly drowzy..but down from my horrible trip...thnak god. I'll never touch that shit AGAIN.
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T0:00- Me and a few of my mates are in the woods, behind the bowling alley.
smoking a few blunts, and sipping a 40 oz. One of my mates was selling these pills I never heard of...seroqoul...Being so close with him, he simply gave me a few too try. So I chew two pills, wash it down with a swig of St.Ides, and it began
T0:30 - A few blunt later, I feel...something; Something I can't put my finger on. Yes! The Seroqoul! Kicking in, I'm excited being I'm open too almost any new experince
T0:45 - Some of my friends start heading home...I do the same. Walking home, suddenly I start thinking. Why the fuck am I here? I'm a 17 year old snoddy nosed pot smoking no body. The only thing I'll ever be remembered for is being a dumbass. I wanna end it, I wanna throw myself in front of this pkwy and save everyone the trouble of having too deal with me. Jesus christ...what's wrong with me???
T1:15 - I arrive at my house, the walk home that took forty five minutes, felt like 5. If only my mind felt the same. As of now...I'm thinking, wait till everyone sees my ugly ass on the news (I got on the news because of some rapes by my high school, a pretty cool day for me, well looking back now). My receding hair line, my big nose, annoying voice. I go too open the front door...it's locked, my keys are inside. I turn around, and see death. It was autumn, the trees were changing and too me the pile of leaves, bare naked trees, was just psychological hell. I sit on my stoop, look at the watch. My mom will be home in 20 minutes. But I can't wait...I need to obe in my warm cozy home too escape the surrounding death. I call, very upset...I think ven crying...she leave 20 minutes early.
T1:25 - Mom arrives home, asks me what's wrong. I told her I couldnt look at myself. I shaved my head bald before this and this hair style wasnt the best I ever had (but surley not as bad as I felt it was at the time) and it exposed my receding hair line. Typically...it didnt bother me, hell I think Im actually one of the few people who can pull it off...but for some reason this minor imperfection was way too much for me at this moment. I tell my mom this is depressing me to othe point of I can't stop crying. If you knew me...this is beyond wierd. I almost never cry. I couldnt stop. It hit me...that fucking seroqoul...but even knowing what it was, didn't help. I get up and make a sandwich too try and help bring me down along side a tal lglass of milk.
T2:00 - Okay, I think the sandwich helpled. I'm a little calmer. The news is on! I wait too see myself, my mom joins me hoping this will get me over this seemingly random depression. It didn't I saw myself...but something wasnt right. It wasnt me. It was a mirrored image of me...but not me. I bug the fuck out. I sart cring again but this time accompanied by severe anger. I throw my plate across the room. My mom starts too cry and begs me too stop..and so I do. At this point...theres only one tihng too do. Sleep this off.
T2:20 - I go upstairs too my bathroom, knowing better than too look in the mirror, take a benedryl and wait for sedation. I set my room too a very calming setting. My AC on, Jazz music, dimmed lights. I hit the bed, and for the first time in the last two hours...fell a little better. Sleep comes appropiatley thirty five minutes later
T5:00ish - I wake up, extremly drowzy..but down from my horrible trip...thnak god. I'll never touch that shit AGAIN.
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