Humble lurker said:

Yesterday a foaf decided to try dosing 200mg of methylone.

The experience was good, lots of connection with friends and music and having a general good time. Then it was decided to take more methylone and smoke lots of MJ - bad move.

This was fine for an hour or so but then the feeling of emptiness started to frequent. Eventually it just became awkward to do anything. The foaf was shifting positions, shutting eyes, just trying anything to not feel so out of touch. Its strange to be so in-touch with everyone then suddenly to be the complete opposite.

So the foaf decided to go home to sleep. When the foaf got home some really strange experiences started to occur. Firstly foaf felt really hot in the head. Then there was this little voice telling foaf that it was time to die. The voice was coming out with loads of strange reasons and logic. There began a battle of wills with the foaf and the foafs self.

Sleep didn't seem likely. The heart was speeding up and random and causing the voice to complain more. The foaf decided at this point it was time to never do any substances again. The crazy comedowns are just not worth the come up.

The foaf spent about 3 hours sat in the bedroom battling with his self. Desperately trying to feel normal again. Eventually sleep did set in.

The foaf awoke and felt fresh as a daisy, but now it felt like the ordeal last night was not as bad as it was at the time. It felt like looking forward to next weekends crazy drug mash up.

Inside though, the foaf hoped something had changed. He's unsure. But this must end before it ends in disaster. The conclusion that soberness is the ultimate state of mind seems to now prevail. Psy drugs have taught all they can teach. Pleasure drugs give pleasure but at the cost of hours of extreme discomfort.

After this huge journey it seems time to admit that there is nothing left but trouble for the foaf in drugs experiences. Its time to quit for good.

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