XxMrGreenBudxX
Greenlighter
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A few months back (About 6 months prior) SWIM had been bugging his girlfriend "B" to get him some shrooms through a good friend of hers. I've also known my girlfriends friend for a long time and she had said she'd done some the night before with no ill effects. Keep in mind that I'm a 20 year old male (19 at the time) and although my girlfriends friend "K" only is 5'1'' weighed about 100 pounds when She's soaking wet. And I was about an even 200 pounds at the time. When she gave them to me the bag it roughly looked like 5 grams to me but it was dark so I couldn't really eyeball the weight, plus I'm not familiar with the weight difference between dried mushrooms and weed. When I got home and took out my scale I weighed the entire contents of the bag. It came to 3.68G so let's just round it to 3.7 the bag had more caps than stems which pleased me because I had heard that a lot of people sell just stems (which work too, but not as well) my girlfriends and I's friend whom we got the mushrooms off of said that she took 2 grams the night before and she was "blitzed" so guessed she weighed anywhere from 95-115lbs based on times I've had to carry her. So if two grams was just right for he little body than I should be able to handle a bit more.... Big mistake. As a paranoid person I always read everything online and researched for hours to make sure that these were psilosibe cubemsis. And after working up the nerve I ate the entire bag, all 3.7G to myself, I didn't think much of it for the first hour. That's when the beginnings kicked it. I couldn't explain it at first. Everything felt "fake" I quickly realized it had been the mushrooms and began to have a small panic attack. Also at this point it's 3 am so I wouldn't of wanted to wake my parents with my stupid mistake. I paced the house trying to compose my brain but the best way I could describe my thought process was "EVERYTHING is CONNECTED. It didn't even make sense to me but every time I'd think that whatever I'm thinking is nonsense the shrooms would convince me otherwise. This went on for three terryfying lonely hours and I'm glad that the once sane thing I did in the entire situation is not call 911 after waking up relatively fine the next day I said I don't think I'll ever do those again.. It's such on odd feeling I have when I remember my trip. It was bad and scary but also positive and life changing at the same time..
So what are your thoughts anyone? Should I risk It again or just leave it be?
So what are your thoughts anyone? Should I risk It again or just leave it be?