yumyumMD
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What the title says.
About three months ago, if you had asked me if I would ever touch cocaine I would have laughed in your face and told you not to be so stupid. About three months ago, if you asked me if I would ever not only take but mix untested drugs I would've laughed even harder. Only stupid people, people with death wishes, do that.
Turns out I'm one of those stupid people with a death wish (not any more though, I've learnt my lesson and will never take untested stuff again.)
SO. Three months ago and I'm invited to my first uni party ever. First EVER. I was absolutely buzzing and knew they'd be taking drugs and decided beforehand that I was definitely going to drop MDMA with them for the first time. I was firm in thinking I was only going to take the absolute minimum amount to get me high, stick to water, remain calm and sensible etcetc.
i get there and my friend immediately tells me he's bought four grams of cocaine, and three grams of MDMA and some really amazing weed and to come with him because him and his friends all wanted to take it at the same time, so already this makes me extremely nervous because I thought I'd at least have some time to chill out beforehand. I was already so pumped I could feel myself because an anxious wreck but nonetheless, peer pressure is a bitch - and I don't like looking like a bitch so I followed suit.
We go into the kitchen and a few people are off their face already, in a good way, bragging about how good and pure the stuff is. This relaxes me a little. I can trust them, right? There's vodka on the table. I down two shots to rid myself of any more nerves, deciding I'll stick to water AFTER the vodka. They're preparing lines of cocaine and bombs of crystal MDMA (that actually did seem to be pretty decent shit but we'll never know.) After only a few words of persuasion, with the constant repetition of "You'll be FINE. Don't worry. It'll be the best night of your life." i worryingly enough started to become excited that I was about to snort a fat line of cocaine, then follow that up with Molly (he eye balled the quantity and assured me he only gave me a small amount for my first time. Again, something I won't be doing again - I am planning on doing this all properly.) I guess to some extent I was so stressed out and depressed with my every day life (I still am, yay.) suffering with debilitating hypochondria (oh, that was fun on drugs.... NOOOOT), my sexuality and a lovely anxiety disorder, note the sarcasm, that all of this just felt like a minor occurrence at the time, at that exact second something switched in my brain and told me to just do it.
And I did it. I leant down and copied what they were doing, snorting as hard as I could. I don't notice the effects immediately like they do but the next few minutes I feel a huge amount of energy and chat my little head off. I even text a friend who lives nearby to have an excuse to walk somewhere quickly - literally just to walk there, QUICKLT speak and quickly head back. I've literally forgotten I swallowed MDMA wrapped in rizzler seconds after snorting the coke at this point, too......preoccupied , maybe? to remember I have a hell of a night to come. Oh, by the way, I'm timing all of this and haven't eaten since the day before. From the second I leave campus to the second I get back to meet them in the campus nightclub, my timer was running at about 30 minutes. I know this because I spot the timer, immediately remember I've taken MDMA and BANG. Just like that, the worst panic attack of my life (or was it even a panic attack? I felt like I was genuinely about to die, like, for real this time.) I try to ignore what I'm feeling as soon as I see my friend and we head to the club, though my fucking brain and my scalp and the back of my neck felt like they were on fire. Not burning up, it wasn't my temperature I'm sure of it - it literally felt as if someone had put a lighter to my hair and set my head on fire. It was an extremely prickly pain. I begin to get so worried I tell him, asking if he thinks I should call a ambulance because I was sure I was overdosing (at the time. I now think it was just a very unpleasant side effect of what I took.) It's frustrating because I had consumed so many different toxins I didn't know which was to blame but he assures me I'm fine, that I'm just scared because I'm starting to feel it and I'm not used to it and he tells me not to call an ambulance or go home, which I also insisted on doing because I just wanted to be with my mum and that real soon I'm going to be having the best time ever. The anxiety during my first come up, the huge self of doom, I can see being realistic. The prickly pain, not so much. Again, I am SO sure I wasn't overheating and no one seems to have any answers for me, with little on the internet about similar symptoms either.
After battling with myself whether to go and puke it all up to try and get it all out, I feel myself becoming happier though the burning is still there, being extremely distracting and very worryingly. While the burning was there I was sure something bad was happening inside of me. We're about 40 minutes after dropping now. Then, it all just stops. GREAT. Time to enjoy myself! Fuck, this music is good. All Star, Smash Mouth? I was suddenly screaming along to it in the middle of the club. Said friend hands me a vodka and lemonade. I drink it because fuck water, I love everything right now and I'm not wasting his money. Weird thing is though, I didn't feel any real need to get up and dance. Or really drink the drink. That's just so unimportant right now and plus I'm more interested in chewing the shit out of this straw, next victim being a pack of chewing gum AND the straw at the same time. Very messy process. Sure, I was dancing calmly in my seat but aside from that I felt so cjilled out and mellow, like weed x10000.
To ne honest after this point I don't really remember much aside from walking around the city A LOT with everyone, adventuring.
We go back to the dorms and they play me their instruments (it's a music uni) with the lights off, harmonising beautifully as I sat there grinning to myself , not caring how ugly I looked. Then one of them plays me Beethoven on his cello and I nearly cry it sounds so wonderful. Fast forward an hour or so and I decide to go home, strangely tired considering I'd taken 'MDMA'.
I sit silently in the cab but perfectly patient, enjoying the view from the window and just smiling slightly to myself. I felt wonderful, so care free. Nothing mattered anymore, and I was tired but I didn't want to go to sleep yet. I didn't want this feeling to end. HOLT SHIT just as I wrote this I remember some guy spilt lemonade over the table and consequently into a whole gram of MDMA and we all sat there licking the table like crazy not to waste anything. So apparently I redosed too. Fml lol
Anyway I get home and I speak to my mum for a good theee hours straight, persuading her to listen to some EDM with me while I jammed in the corner, loving life. Then at one point I realised well fuck...... I don't feel that great anymore. I remember praying this wasn't ending because I had a great time despite my bad side effects (I've taken more mdma since then, last week actually lol, but it wasn't the same shit as last time, was Snow White though crystallised, I took the same amount (no redoes aside from licking the credit card they were cutting it with each time! And to be honest even though I felt happy o never had any kind of come up whatsoever this time. In fact, I would even say it didn't work AT ALL. I was extremely disappointed and am waiting until my birthday in two months time bwfpee doing MDMA again! I am also purchasing a testing kit and scales beforehane, for sure. I don't like this idea of risking my life for one good night, and realise how silly I've been.
I went to bed and slept like a baby and never had a comedown the next day. In fact I felt rather good still lol!
so after this long ass story o guess my question is..... does whatever the fuck I took sound like the effects of cocaine and MDMA? Apparently good MDMA does make you feel pretty chilled (though initially the music made me PUMPED.)
also, any info on the burning sensation?
Wow this is long lol. Thanks for reading! RJ %)
Edit: just remembered I actually snorted three lines, not one lelz
About three months ago, if you had asked me if I would ever touch cocaine I would have laughed in your face and told you not to be so stupid. About three months ago, if you asked me if I would ever not only take but mix untested drugs I would've laughed even harder. Only stupid people, people with death wishes, do that.
Turns out I'm one of those stupid people with a death wish (not any more though, I've learnt my lesson and will never take untested stuff again.)
SO. Three months ago and I'm invited to my first uni party ever. First EVER. I was absolutely buzzing and knew they'd be taking drugs and decided beforehand that I was definitely going to drop MDMA with them for the first time. I was firm in thinking I was only going to take the absolute minimum amount to get me high, stick to water, remain calm and sensible etcetc.
i get there and my friend immediately tells me he's bought four grams of cocaine, and three grams of MDMA and some really amazing weed and to come with him because him and his friends all wanted to take it at the same time, so already this makes me extremely nervous because I thought I'd at least have some time to chill out beforehand. I was already so pumped I could feel myself because an anxious wreck but nonetheless, peer pressure is a bitch - and I don't like looking like a bitch so I followed suit.
We go into the kitchen and a few people are off their face already, in a good way, bragging about how good and pure the stuff is. This relaxes me a little. I can trust them, right? There's vodka on the table. I down two shots to rid myself of any more nerves, deciding I'll stick to water AFTER the vodka. They're preparing lines of cocaine and bombs of crystal MDMA (that actually did seem to be pretty decent shit but we'll never know.) After only a few words of persuasion, with the constant repetition of "You'll be FINE. Don't worry. It'll be the best night of your life." i worryingly enough started to become excited that I was about to snort a fat line of cocaine, then follow that up with Molly (he eye balled the quantity and assured me he only gave me a small amount for my first time. Again, something I won't be doing again - I am planning on doing this all properly.) I guess to some extent I was so stressed out and depressed with my every day life (I still am, yay.) suffering with debilitating hypochondria (oh, that was fun on drugs.... NOOOOT), my sexuality and a lovely anxiety disorder, note the sarcasm, that all of this just felt like a minor occurrence at the time, at that exact second something switched in my brain and told me to just do it.
And I did it. I leant down and copied what they were doing, snorting as hard as I could. I don't notice the effects immediately like they do but the next few minutes I feel a huge amount of energy and chat my little head off. I even text a friend who lives nearby to have an excuse to walk somewhere quickly - literally just to walk there, QUICKLT speak and quickly head back. I've literally forgotten I swallowed MDMA wrapped in rizzler seconds after snorting the coke at this point, too......preoccupied , maybe? to remember I have a hell of a night to come. Oh, by the way, I'm timing all of this and haven't eaten since the day before. From the second I leave campus to the second I get back to meet them in the campus nightclub, my timer was running at about 30 minutes. I know this because I spot the timer, immediately remember I've taken MDMA and BANG. Just like that, the worst panic attack of my life (or was it even a panic attack? I felt like I was genuinely about to die, like, for real this time.) I try to ignore what I'm feeling as soon as I see my friend and we head to the club, though my fucking brain and my scalp and the back of my neck felt like they were on fire. Not burning up, it wasn't my temperature I'm sure of it - it literally felt as if someone had put a lighter to my hair and set my head on fire. It was an extremely prickly pain. I begin to get so worried I tell him, asking if he thinks I should call a ambulance because I was sure I was overdosing (at the time. I now think it was just a very unpleasant side effect of what I took.) It's frustrating because I had consumed so many different toxins I didn't know which was to blame but he assures me I'm fine, that I'm just scared because I'm starting to feel it and I'm not used to it and he tells me not to call an ambulance or go home, which I also insisted on doing because I just wanted to be with my mum and that real soon I'm going to be having the best time ever. The anxiety during my first come up, the huge self of doom, I can see being realistic. The prickly pain, not so much. Again, I am SO sure I wasn't overheating and no one seems to have any answers for me, with little on the internet about similar symptoms either.
After battling with myself whether to go and puke it all up to try and get it all out, I feel myself becoming happier though the burning is still there, being extremely distracting and very worryingly. While the burning was there I was sure something bad was happening inside of me. We're about 40 minutes after dropping now. Then, it all just stops. GREAT. Time to enjoy myself! Fuck, this music is good. All Star, Smash Mouth? I was suddenly screaming along to it in the middle of the club. Said friend hands me a vodka and lemonade. I drink it because fuck water, I love everything right now and I'm not wasting his money. Weird thing is though, I didn't feel any real need to get up and dance. Or really drink the drink. That's just so unimportant right now and plus I'm more interested in chewing the shit out of this straw, next victim being a pack of chewing gum AND the straw at the same time. Very messy process. Sure, I was dancing calmly in my seat but aside from that I felt so cjilled out and mellow, like weed x10000.
To ne honest after this point I don't really remember much aside from walking around the city A LOT with everyone, adventuring.
We go back to the dorms and they play me their instruments (it's a music uni) with the lights off, harmonising beautifully as I sat there grinning to myself , not caring how ugly I looked. Then one of them plays me Beethoven on his cello and I nearly cry it sounds so wonderful. Fast forward an hour or so and I decide to go home, strangely tired considering I'd taken 'MDMA'.
I sit silently in the cab but perfectly patient, enjoying the view from the window and just smiling slightly to myself. I felt wonderful, so care free. Nothing mattered anymore, and I was tired but I didn't want to go to sleep yet. I didn't want this feeling to end. HOLT SHIT just as I wrote this I remember some guy spilt lemonade over the table and consequently into a whole gram of MDMA and we all sat there licking the table like crazy not to waste anything. So apparently I redosed too. Fml lol
Anyway I get home and I speak to my mum for a good theee hours straight, persuading her to listen to some EDM with me while I jammed in the corner, loving life. Then at one point I realised well fuck...... I don't feel that great anymore. I remember praying this wasn't ending because I had a great time despite my bad side effects (I've taken more mdma since then, last week actually lol, but it wasn't the same shit as last time, was Snow White though crystallised, I took the same amount (no redoes aside from licking the credit card they were cutting it with each time! And to be honest even though I felt happy o never had any kind of come up whatsoever this time. In fact, I would even say it didn't work AT ALL. I was extremely disappointed and am waiting until my birthday in two months time bwfpee doing MDMA again! I am also purchasing a testing kit and scales beforehane, for sure. I don't like this idea of risking my life for one good night, and realise how silly I've been.
I went to bed and slept like a baby and never had a comedown the next day. In fact I felt rather good still lol!
so after this long ass story o guess my question is..... does whatever the fuck I took sound like the effects of cocaine and MDMA? Apparently good MDMA does make you feel pretty chilled (though initially the music made me PUMPED.)
also, any info on the burning sensation?
Wow this is long lol. Thanks for reading! RJ %)
Edit: just remembered I actually snorted three lines, not one lelz
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