BluLait
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I've been smoking weed heavily for around 2 years now. Also did my fair share of stims and downers and some really dirty RC's since then.
I'll tell you a short story before cutting to the chase so you can get a better idea of the situation.
This shit all began when I literally got addicted to weed. I had 24/7 access to some REALLY super strong dank skunk for 6 or so months, during which I would smoke 1-2 grams a day (I would have smoked a lot more but didn't have that much money). I had such a strong tolerance that I would finish 1 gram in 2 hours and barely get high for 10 minutes. When I didn't smoke for more than 24 hours, the withdrawal symptoms would start: I'd first get EXTREMELY angry and edgy. The smallest of things would make me lose my mind and flip the fuck out. I almost tore off my shirt one time after I failed to button it properly (wtf? right?). I would walk down the street and every single person I'd see I'd just wanna kill them; I didn't know why, I just felt that everyone was responsible for every small problem in my life.
"Look at that little bus driver sitting in his little fucking chair, driving his little fucking shit-wagon.. Fucking asshole". Just a random hot chick: "You fucking whore, I'd bet you'd fuck me if I was a doctor or a lawyer huh? You're all for the money, fucking whores... But you'll never fool me you stupid cunt, I'm not falling for that shit. Cause you see, I got it all figured out." I was delirious at times.
I remember just constantly thinking or saying stuff like: "Fucking stupid motherfuckers, they're all laughing now at me... I'll get them, I'll make them pay, fucking assholes just can't leave me alone.. I'll kill them for what they did" (I didn't know who "they" were in fact, nor what they did to me, I just knew that I wanted to kill "them"). More than 2 days without weed and I'd just go into self-destruct mode, a few times i even totally lost it and started shouting/cursing at people for little things: Some guy really pissed me off one day when he told me my school project wasn't very good and that I'd have to redo it because it made the group look bad - and he was right, it was shit, I had done it in like 30 minutes. But I wanted to kill that son of a bitch - HOW DARE HE SAY SUCH A THING TO ME? DOES HE KNOW WHO I AM? DOES HE KNOW THE SHIT I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH? WHO GIVES A FLYING FUCK ABOUT HIS STUPID PROJECT? I bathed in the anger, and it kind of felt good... in a way, a lot better than feeling sorry for myself.
When I was out with friends it was a bit better.. made me think of other stuff besides being super-depressed and craving so badly for weed. I still felt like shit thinking I'd have to get home and try and sleep (sleeping while withdrawaling from weed was next-to impossible).
When I did get home, that's when hell started. I would just start crying, moving around the room in circles, pulling out my hair, swearing at everything and everyone, not anyone in particular, just "them". Trying to calm myself down telling myself I'd get some more weed in the morning when the guys at the weed-house would open up but that didn't help.
I'd get so very depressed that I'd just sit in a corner crying out loud for half an hour. I was away from my home town and my family at the time. I started getting really sad, thinking about my mother and father and how I just failed them so much... They sent me to study, paid money for me, even though they never had much to begin with, they made huge sacrifices to get me everything I needed and I'd just call them up and tell them I need money for books/whatever and just buy weed. I didn't buy any books, I just spent that money on more weed. I fucked everything up. I wasn't going to school, I was wasting all of their money on grass, they had no idea.. I kept telling them everything was fine while I was dying inside... I could see what it was doing to me but I just could NOT imagine a life without weed... It was sheer agony, nothing that I have ever experienced from anything else before (and I had some pretty rough comedowns from heavy stim use, compared to what I went through then, that was a piece of cake.)
The physical withdrawals were also bad. I'd sweat like a pig all day, and ever more during the night. When I did fall asleep, it was for no more than 30 minutes or so, after which I'd wake up COVERED in sweat. I also found I could walk/run a lot without getting tired, the anger fueled me, I felt like I could beat the shit out of anyone and anything, I felt INVINCIBLE, so focused, so full of energy. Not in a good way. It's this wicked feeling. Think of someone killing your dog in front of you, you'd get filled up with adrenaline/anger and nothing would stop you from kicking the shit out of that guy. That was exactly how I was feeling, except I didn't know who killed my dog or if I actually had a dog, I was just prepared to do anything to kill "them", Weird shit.
When I did get weed, I just sat in my room and smoked all day until I finished it, and then I'd buy some more. All my problems would instantly go away and I didn't care about anything. Typical addict behaviour.
I'm sure most of you are familiar to this kind of weed withdrawal, but I'm pretty sure very few have took it to the level I did.
I ended up having to leave the school and going back to my hometown cause I just could NOT take it anymore and I begged my mom to take me back..
I stayed clean from everything for about 4 months until I found a weed connect round here, and from that came more weed connects. Now I can buy anything, at any time, anywhere... So much for staying clean.
I am not using nowhere near as much though, I'll smoke 1-2g a week on average (in small doses spread across) which is a HUGE improvement. Also the weed isn't always killer-dank, which also helps.
Even as I'm typing this I haven't smoked for exactly 24 hours and I have been having mood-swings, mild depression for about 4 hours now. But it's just 10% of what I felt when I was on the strong stuff. All I could think about until now was how to get some money fast/call a friend who smokes/whatever just smoke so I can keep my feelings of remorse and regret at bay. Every single thing that's missing from my life is hitting me hard when I'm withdrawaling and makes me so confused.
So tonight, for the first time, I'm telling this to someone else, to you, I'm asking for help/advice.
I just realised I may have a little problem.. Because, instead of dealing with my problems -like trying to get a GF - haven't had sex in 8 months, funny shit - I started smoking again right after breaking up with my ex - when I'm bored/depressed/angry I just smoke, and all of a sudden, everything is good, I have no problems anymore - "I'll get it done, but not now, I'm high." problem is, I never get them done.
Trying to quit weed? Oh yeah, like it hasn't crossed my mind... save it. Almost all of my so-called "friends" smoke. That's what we do when we go out, we smoke weed & seldom do other drugs. 30-40% of the conversation topics are about drugs. When we don't get high, we're thinking "Oh dude this would be so much cooler if we got high". Colleagues at my new school are so fucking retarded, I just can't stand to be around them and their stupid conversations, just so utterly boring. It's like they have no personality or nothing, they're like robots. I can't tell if it's me or them; it's probably them. I'm not really doing well at this new school either, mostly not going to classes because I fucking hate it to be honest. I don't even know what to do with my life anymore. All I'm really looking up to is when I'm going to go out with my junkie friends and fuck ourselves up. Everything is so boring and devoid of colour (winter probably has an influence in this) and I have to do extreme stuff just to keep myself from dying of boredom. I drive my car like a maniac all the time, I rarely drive under 100km/h (60miles/h) in residential areas. I make edgy comments all the time and to be honest most people are freaked out about this.
It's like I'm looking for something that isn't there, like there should be more to life. I'm never ever content with myself, not even when I'm high on weed, not anymore. Seems like I need harder drugs to get that rush I want, and even then it's fake, short-lived - that's why I don't really do stims that often anymore.
I have absolutely no idea if all this shit is because of my heavy cannabis-use or not, but it probably has something to do with it.
I'm not usually the type to be so open about all these things, I usually try and tough it out, i'm a proud individual and I never really expected anybody to be able to help me. Someone once arranged for me to go to this psychiatrist friend of hers hoping that it might help, I went to him just for her but I refused to talk to him about my problems when, I just told the man everything was fine and that I really shouldn't be there, and that everything was good and cheerful... Bleah. I don't like to show weakness.
I could write all night on the topic but you must be getting bored, I'm rambling. Fuck.
I have never done MDMA before, nor had much experience with other empathogenic or psychedelic substances.
My question is, will MDMA help me see a better side to life, help me be more content and motivate me to achieve my goals and fix my problems? I heard it is good for stuff like this. Other than that, please be free to give me any advice you see fit.
I'll tell you a short story before cutting to the chase so you can get a better idea of the situation.
This shit all began when I literally got addicted to weed. I had 24/7 access to some REALLY super strong dank skunk for 6 or so months, during which I would smoke 1-2 grams a day (I would have smoked a lot more but didn't have that much money). I had such a strong tolerance that I would finish 1 gram in 2 hours and barely get high for 10 minutes. When I didn't smoke for more than 24 hours, the withdrawal symptoms would start: I'd first get EXTREMELY angry and edgy. The smallest of things would make me lose my mind and flip the fuck out. I almost tore off my shirt one time after I failed to button it properly (wtf? right?). I would walk down the street and every single person I'd see I'd just wanna kill them; I didn't know why, I just felt that everyone was responsible for every small problem in my life.
"Look at that little bus driver sitting in his little fucking chair, driving his little fucking shit-wagon.. Fucking asshole". Just a random hot chick: "You fucking whore, I'd bet you'd fuck me if I was a doctor or a lawyer huh? You're all for the money, fucking whores... But you'll never fool me you stupid cunt, I'm not falling for that shit. Cause you see, I got it all figured out." I was delirious at times.
I remember just constantly thinking or saying stuff like: "Fucking stupid motherfuckers, they're all laughing now at me... I'll get them, I'll make them pay, fucking assholes just can't leave me alone.. I'll kill them for what they did" (I didn't know who "they" were in fact, nor what they did to me, I just knew that I wanted to kill "them"). More than 2 days without weed and I'd just go into self-destruct mode, a few times i even totally lost it and started shouting/cursing at people for little things: Some guy really pissed me off one day when he told me my school project wasn't very good and that I'd have to redo it because it made the group look bad - and he was right, it was shit, I had done it in like 30 minutes. But I wanted to kill that son of a bitch - HOW DARE HE SAY SUCH A THING TO ME? DOES HE KNOW WHO I AM? DOES HE KNOW THE SHIT I HAVE TO PUT UP WITH? WHO GIVES A FLYING FUCK ABOUT HIS STUPID PROJECT? I bathed in the anger, and it kind of felt good... in a way, a lot better than feeling sorry for myself.
When I was out with friends it was a bit better.. made me think of other stuff besides being super-depressed and craving so badly for weed. I still felt like shit thinking I'd have to get home and try and sleep (sleeping while withdrawaling from weed was next-to impossible).
When I did get home, that's when hell started. I would just start crying, moving around the room in circles, pulling out my hair, swearing at everything and everyone, not anyone in particular, just "them". Trying to calm myself down telling myself I'd get some more weed in the morning when the guys at the weed-house would open up but that didn't help.
I'd get so very depressed that I'd just sit in a corner crying out loud for half an hour. I was away from my home town and my family at the time. I started getting really sad, thinking about my mother and father and how I just failed them so much... They sent me to study, paid money for me, even though they never had much to begin with, they made huge sacrifices to get me everything I needed and I'd just call them up and tell them I need money for books/whatever and just buy weed. I didn't buy any books, I just spent that money on more weed. I fucked everything up. I wasn't going to school, I was wasting all of their money on grass, they had no idea.. I kept telling them everything was fine while I was dying inside... I could see what it was doing to me but I just could NOT imagine a life without weed... It was sheer agony, nothing that I have ever experienced from anything else before (and I had some pretty rough comedowns from heavy stim use, compared to what I went through then, that was a piece of cake.)
The physical withdrawals were also bad. I'd sweat like a pig all day, and ever more during the night. When I did fall asleep, it was for no more than 30 minutes or so, after which I'd wake up COVERED in sweat. I also found I could walk/run a lot without getting tired, the anger fueled me, I felt like I could beat the shit out of anyone and anything, I felt INVINCIBLE, so focused, so full of energy. Not in a good way. It's this wicked feeling. Think of someone killing your dog in front of you, you'd get filled up with adrenaline/anger and nothing would stop you from kicking the shit out of that guy. That was exactly how I was feeling, except I didn't know who killed my dog or if I actually had a dog, I was just prepared to do anything to kill "them", Weird shit.
When I did get weed, I just sat in my room and smoked all day until I finished it, and then I'd buy some more. All my problems would instantly go away and I didn't care about anything. Typical addict behaviour.
I'm sure most of you are familiar to this kind of weed withdrawal, but I'm pretty sure very few have took it to the level I did.
I ended up having to leave the school and going back to my hometown cause I just could NOT take it anymore and I begged my mom to take me back..
I stayed clean from everything for about 4 months until I found a weed connect round here, and from that came more weed connects. Now I can buy anything, at any time, anywhere... So much for staying clean.
I am not using nowhere near as much though, I'll smoke 1-2g a week on average (in small doses spread across) which is a HUGE improvement. Also the weed isn't always killer-dank, which also helps.
Even as I'm typing this I haven't smoked for exactly 24 hours and I have been having mood-swings, mild depression for about 4 hours now. But it's just 10% of what I felt when I was on the strong stuff. All I could think about until now was how to get some money fast/call a friend who smokes/whatever just smoke so I can keep my feelings of remorse and regret at bay. Every single thing that's missing from my life is hitting me hard when I'm withdrawaling and makes me so confused.
So tonight, for the first time, I'm telling this to someone else, to you, I'm asking for help/advice.
I just realised I may have a little problem.. Because, instead of dealing with my problems -like trying to get a GF - haven't had sex in 8 months, funny shit - I started smoking again right after breaking up with my ex - when I'm bored/depressed/angry I just smoke, and all of a sudden, everything is good, I have no problems anymore - "I'll get it done, but not now, I'm high." problem is, I never get them done.
Trying to quit weed? Oh yeah, like it hasn't crossed my mind... save it. Almost all of my so-called "friends" smoke. That's what we do when we go out, we smoke weed & seldom do other drugs. 30-40% of the conversation topics are about drugs. When we don't get high, we're thinking "Oh dude this would be so much cooler if we got high". Colleagues at my new school are so fucking retarded, I just can't stand to be around them and their stupid conversations, just so utterly boring. It's like they have no personality or nothing, they're like robots. I can't tell if it's me or them; it's probably them. I'm not really doing well at this new school either, mostly not going to classes because I fucking hate it to be honest. I don't even know what to do with my life anymore. All I'm really looking up to is when I'm going to go out with my junkie friends and fuck ourselves up. Everything is so boring and devoid of colour (winter probably has an influence in this) and I have to do extreme stuff just to keep myself from dying of boredom. I drive my car like a maniac all the time, I rarely drive under 100km/h (60miles/h) in residential areas. I make edgy comments all the time and to be honest most people are freaked out about this.
It's like I'm looking for something that isn't there, like there should be more to life. I'm never ever content with myself, not even when I'm high on weed, not anymore. Seems like I need harder drugs to get that rush I want, and even then it's fake, short-lived - that's why I don't really do stims that often anymore.
I have absolutely no idea if all this shit is because of my heavy cannabis-use or not, but it probably has something to do with it.
I'm not usually the type to be so open about all these things, I usually try and tough it out, i'm a proud individual and I never really expected anybody to be able to help me. Someone once arranged for me to go to this psychiatrist friend of hers hoping that it might help, I went to him just for her but I refused to talk to him about my problems when, I just told the man everything was fine and that I really shouldn't be there, and that everything was good and cheerful... Bleah. I don't like to show weakness.
I could write all night on the topic but you must be getting bored, I'm rambling. Fuck.
I have never done MDMA before, nor had much experience with other empathogenic or psychedelic substances.
My question is, will MDMA help me see a better side to life, help me be more content and motivate me to achieve my goals and fix my problems? I heard it is good for stuff like this. Other than that, please be free to give me any advice you see fit.
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