triple c
NOT AS [EASY] AS THE [PREVIOUS] POSTS [SAY]
triple c messes you up.
i was coherrent with 16 and was able to pull off being normal. i was walking but didn't feel my [feet] touch the ground. bright lights seemed to pop out like a 3-d book. you get this feeling like you're floating and that you're looking at the world through a glass. you're not really there, you're just observing the world but you're not really there. it was [fun]
i soon upped my dosage. my next [time] a can recall, i had taken 24 and was having interesting trips. at this point, you can't really do anything other than lay in one spot. my friend and i were tripping that we were grasshoppers and suddenly the walls felt like skin. at this point, you really CAN'T get away with it infront of your [parents] like others have said. you can't really speak or move much because there's just too much going on in your head.
now this one, the one that made me stop doing this stuff...i had never really came down from my high over a three day period (this stuff is extremely addicting) and decided i'd take one more big dosage before i came down for the week. i took about 32. i was in hell. horrible horrible trip. i was tripping that i was myself, but years later, completely relient on this drug. i was chained to a [wall], severely malnourished and sickly (like a more grotesque version of golum from Lord of the Rings). all i wanted was this drug. no [food], no [water], just the drug. complete silence surrounded me, other than the ambient disturbing A Clockwork Orange style score in my head. god appeared and told me i was pathetic and a waste of life. he then showed me hell, saying this is where i was going. ever seen Hellraiser 2? watch it. imagine that times 15 and that's what it was for me. i felt my brain shut completely off. i couldn't say a word other than "more". i wanted out of this nightmare so [bad] but at the same [time] i just wanted more to fuel my high. mind you, it was broad daylight out and my mind sort of pulled a curtain over the sun, making everything blacker than [black]...if that's possible. i imagined everyone just viewing me through a sort of barred window in a [door], like an asylum, just shaking their heads...like i was some freak attraction. the [people] closest to me would stare with disappointment. i couldn't tell them sorry. just that i wanted more. i felt like alex from A Clockwork Orange. forced to watch something and you can't escape it and it just torments you, makes you insane. i actually pulled my pocket knife out of my back pocket and thought about killing myself to end the torment because i thought it was all real. thankfully i made myself believe that i hit rock [bottom] and the only way left was up.
it got a lot worse than that but i figure that's enough. i'm just saying, be careful. i thought i was [okay], being that i never abused anything in my life. but before you realize it, you're doing more and more. i say stick with one pack (16). it's when i upped it past 16 that i started getting [bad] trips. my honest opinion though...stick with robo-tripping. you feel sick before you feel good but i've never had a bad trip on that.
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