well this was a moment long waited for, finally getting to shroom again with my friends, but i didnt expect the trip to take the turn that it did.
At about 6:30, i took approx. 2.5g with my friends. I am a lightweight when it comes to this stuff, and originally only planned on taking 1.7 or so, but decided to push it a bit up.
At around 7:30 to 8:00 i started to get into the trip, and everything was going great until i got this weird thought of being separated from my 3 friends who were talking. I felt like i wasnt a part of the conversation anymore, and got a strong sense of alienation. I let this thought consume me, and then my trip started to turn sour. I had all kinds of thought about how our tight-knit group of friends was deteriorating before my eyes. I thought that now we had all gone off to college, our lives had become too separate and we couldnt bond like we used to , and all we ever did was do drugs. I had an extended amount of sickness and foul thoughts from 9:00PM to about 12:00PM. I was trapped in a vicious time trap where the clock took forever to move. I almost counted all the minuted between those 3 hours. I was convinced that our times together were over, and it was the worst feeling in the world.These guys mean more than anything to me, so i couldnt believe it. We tripped in my friends dorm room, and i think since i had never been there before, my thoughts were consumed with our first semesters at college and thats why i felt this way, but other than this bad chain of thoughts, the trip had some strong visuals, and a very strong noticeable body high.
At the time i was convinced that i was done with shrooms, since i felt physically ill with these thoughts for most of the entire time. Looking back on it now, id shroom again of course, but i would make sure of my surroundings first, and try to not let such stupid thoughts consume me.