I went out last Friday for a couple beer with friends and ended up taking MDMA from these guys I don't know. This was obviously a stupid idea but, I did it anyway. They never told me how much to take so I just took the works of it, bad fucking idea. It hit me so hard in the cab to a party I started to breath very deeply to try and chill myself out. when the cab stopped I immediately jumped out and never felt so fucked up in my life. I couldn't stand under my own power and felt like I could barely speak. If it wasn't for one of my life long friends helping me to walk over to the step and sit down with me, I don't know what the fuck I would have done. He kept reassuring me I'd be okay soon and all I could say was that I was never this fucked before. After what felt like only 10 minutes and was really 45 to 1 hour I felt well enough to make it into the party. Everyone seemed concerned about me which was nice and I ended up warming up to everyone. They had a hot tub there and some friends were already in so they coaxed me in as well, telling me I'd feel much better once I was in. I stripped down to my boxers and hopped on in. That was the best decision of the night, I felt fucking amazing. I was in there for about 3 hours, or so they say and I enjoyed every minute of it.
When I awoke the next day, I felt like a fucking creature. My jaw and mouth killed, I had a serious hangover and I just felt dirty. I went home and slept for about 10 hours and then got ready to go to a birthday party. Everyone at the birthday party was laughing at how fucked I was and all I could tell them was that I would never ever do taht drug again. I felt so fucked up still, I was tired, anxious, confused, and kinda sad feeling. I stuck it out for a while and then went on home to sleep again. I did nothing but sleep all Sunday and when Monday rolled around and it was time to go to work, I just couldn't do it. I felt lethargic, uncomfortable with myself, sad, anxious, it was so crazy!
I feel much better now that it's a week later but, I still feel different. I usually smoke a good bit of weed throughout a week but, I have not touched it once this week and when I am about to, I get really turned off from it, almost like I'm nervous to get high. I really don't like this at all and I'm not sure if it's just me playing it up, or that drug really did fuck with me. Moral of this story, don't take drugs from strangers.
sybil_:
Wow, exactly spot on to why I don't fuck around with Molly (MDMA) anymore. I mean even when I did get a "good high", the next day was filled with so much weird sadness, anxiety, confused about life... Just off... It just wasn't worth it. I like my real happiness and my real self way better than I ever felt when I was on that stuff