Half-Breed
SHIVIA77-EB
hi there this is my firs post sorry to begin on such a low note but i would like to know if anybody else has had any similar experience to me. ok so i guess it all started spring 2011 me and group of friends had finely got our hands on some lsd from another one of our good friends,(this wasn't our first time it had just been a while 2years or so)we met up at a friends flat to meet with our friend who had the acid and take our doses me and another friend were going to be taking 5 tabs each,(seems allot but we had done this before and had the time of our lives and we where after the same kinda hit)every one else had like 3s,2s,&1s so we took our hite and headed for the beach,it was i nice spot on the grass that over looked the beach and sea couldn't have found a better place if we tried,so were sitting chatting smoking weed from a pipe 1 friend had brought waiting for our hits to kick in,about 1hour had past when the majority of the group decided to split and go to 1 of their rooms for the duration of their trip.
about 20 mins after that my fellow 5-hit friend said he needed to be sick this worried me slightly as i have never seen any one be sick because of acid before not long after that i myself begin to feel ill,just at this point our friend who gave us the LSD text us asking if we were ok and how things are going, well this just shook me up more thinking maybe he had sold us something else,(when he sold them to us he didn't seem to happy about us taking 5)but i had to shrug that kind of thinking away didn't want to wreck my good mood, the 3 of us decided to move over on the grass away from the sea because we felt like a sensory over load from the sea.we set up our cannabis leaf mat to sit and me and 1 friend sat wile 2 decided to go walk around in circles the said they felt like they need to do something i felt the same way but realised walking relay wasn't going to change tht feeling. it had been like 3 hours and still hadn't had any cev oev's yet witch was kinda weird,my 2 friends returned and we decided we needed a bucket (gravity bong) to set us on our way, we decided to go back to my friends flat/room the one who i had the 5 with,the walk back was horrible i really could use the rode's good gob we bumped into a sober friend on the way back who helped us,we got back sat down loaded the chill-um i had my bong and this is were thing started to go bad, i got my first oev on my friends door it was a mucky door and the muck transformed in to the face of what can only be described as Satan it shocked me a first but i said to my self "o no your not going down this route snap out of it!!!"at this point a had this spinning feeling in side mt y head every thing felt awful and i just wanted to get back to my flat,our other friend who we were with got a phone call of his gf saying he needs to go back home now as 1 of our fellow trippers was there trying to bite every 1 and the police were on their way,he left after a pause and then realised he realy need to go,so me and 5 friend left for myn i was still feeling horrible,on the way back we bumped into our friend who gave us the cid, who acted normal and said he would come back to my with us.
we got back sat down and then things got bad,there were already like 3 others home who i share with playing Xbox. i remember 1 asked me how the acid was and if i was tripping at this point my heart sank and realised it had been like 5 hours and all id seen was that face i just replied "yh its cool" not wanting to alarm any one,my other tripping friend seemed quiet to so i figured he felt the same as me witch was comforting, I don't remember much apart from every word and one said seemed to be aimed at me and my life in some way and when i heard it i sank deeper and deeper,until the friend who gave us the cid turned to me stood up pointed at my weed and said can i have this?? every one went silent and then i said yh ok,as he swept up my weed every one was leaving it was like they were getting sweeped up with the weed, me and a flat mate were the only ones left and then i said "im going to bed". I got into bed but their was no way i could sleep,i remember seeing this out line of a person they were like a slot machine with money going in but the money was tabs and then the words SPENT echoed in my head in this evil demonic voice,a sank deeper i could here my flat mate in the other room on mortal combat it felt like he was fighting me cant relay describe it but every time i thought about something negative he would scream out "YES GET-IN IV GOT HIM" or something like that,i remember my cats in the room were acting weird fighting but i could hear there claws and every time thew swiped i heard like a sword being sheathed i could see a trail of silver when they did as well it felt like they were after me trying to kill me,i lay there for like 2 days and in the proses weed me bed because it felt like if i weed i was weeing brain chemicals that i need and the toilet was some sort of way to get those chemicals to hell were monsters and such would feed on it (fucked up i know)any way i got up finely and felt ok and thought thank god that's over. went to the bathroom cleaned up,sat down put some Xbox on started smoking some bud. but no matter what i just couldn't play Xbox it was impossible at this point i new something was up i panicked and when back to bed hoping to sleep it off.my phone rang the next day it was my mam asking if i wanted to go for something to eat. i said yh sure she asked if i was ok and i was like yh im fine. met with her when she started to talk about her new book i was about this sado guy who locked this girl under his bed and made her sign some sort of contract it felt like she was talking about me?any way for the next 6-7month or so every thing in the world pointed at me tv talked about me, every 1 in my life was this 1 person who was just there to break me,it was horrible i thought i was in a coma or something i begged to move in with my mam never spoke to my friends it felt to me like the set the whole thing up and stole my love from me to leave me empty with nothing but this person to live with torturing me until death.
things got better after 6-7 months and i met new friends started going out and i felt like id over come this massive thing and nothing could stop me now and i could do whatever i want,til 1 day i decided that i needed to try lsd again. il keep it short i had 1 hit felt ok then the people i was with began feeding on me??? yet again i felt empty but this time i new i would be ok because if id done it before i could do it again,its 3 months in now and i just feel depressed and i have no motivation and have tured into a horrible person im scared that iv fucked up and feel like such a fool,sorry for this being so long guys im not the best at writing but hope you get the jist
thanks peace 
about 20 mins after that my fellow 5-hit friend said he needed to be sick this worried me slightly as i have never seen any one be sick because of acid before not long after that i myself begin to feel ill,just at this point our friend who gave us the LSD text us asking if we were ok and how things are going, well this just shook me up more thinking maybe he had sold us something else,(when he sold them to us he didn't seem to happy about us taking 5)but i had to shrug that kind of thinking away didn't want to wreck my good mood, the 3 of us decided to move over on the grass away from the sea because we felt like a sensory over load from the sea.we set up our cannabis leaf mat to sit and me and 1 friend sat wile 2 decided to go walk around in circles the said they felt like they need to do something i felt the same way but realised walking relay wasn't going to change tht feeling. it had been like 3 hours and still hadn't had any cev oev's yet witch was kinda weird,my 2 friends returned and we decided we needed a bucket (gravity bong) to set us on our way, we decided to go back to my friends flat/room the one who i had the 5 with,the walk back was horrible i really could use the rode's good gob we bumped into a sober friend on the way back who helped us,we got back sat down loaded the chill-um i had my bong and this is were thing started to go bad, i got my first oev on my friends door it was a mucky door and the muck transformed in to the face of what can only be described as Satan it shocked me a first but i said to my self "o no your not going down this route snap out of it!!!"at this point a had this spinning feeling in side mt y head every thing felt awful and i just wanted to get back to my flat,our other friend who we were with got a phone call of his gf saying he needs to go back home now as 1 of our fellow trippers was there trying to bite every 1 and the police were on their way,he left after a pause and then realised he realy need to go,so me and 5 friend left for myn i was still feeling horrible,on the way back we bumped into our friend who gave us the cid, who acted normal and said he would come back to my with us.
we got back sat down and then things got bad,there were already like 3 others home who i share with playing Xbox. i remember 1 asked me how the acid was and if i was tripping at this point my heart sank and realised it had been like 5 hours and all id seen was that face i just replied "yh its cool" not wanting to alarm any one,my other tripping friend seemed quiet to so i figured he felt the same as me witch was comforting, I don't remember much apart from every word and one said seemed to be aimed at me and my life in some way and when i heard it i sank deeper and deeper,until the friend who gave us the cid turned to me stood up pointed at my weed and said can i have this?? every one went silent and then i said yh ok,as he swept up my weed every one was leaving it was like they were getting sweeped up with the weed, me and a flat mate were the only ones left and then i said "im going to bed". I got into bed but their was no way i could sleep,i remember seeing this out line of a person they were like a slot machine with money going in but the money was tabs and then the words SPENT echoed in my head in this evil demonic voice,a sank deeper i could here my flat mate in the other room on mortal combat it felt like he was fighting me cant relay describe it but every time i thought about something negative he would scream out "YES GET-IN IV GOT HIM" or something like that,i remember my cats in the room were acting weird fighting but i could hear there claws and every time thew swiped i heard like a sword being sheathed i could see a trail of silver when they did as well it felt like they were after me trying to kill me,i lay there for like 2 days and in the proses weed me bed because it felt like if i weed i was weeing brain chemicals that i need and the toilet was some sort of way to get those chemicals to hell were monsters and such would feed on it (fucked up i know)any way i got up finely and felt ok and thought thank god that's over. went to the bathroom cleaned up,sat down put some Xbox on started smoking some bud. but no matter what i just couldn't play Xbox it was impossible at this point i new something was up i panicked and when back to bed hoping to sleep it off.my phone rang the next day it was my mam asking if i wanted to go for something to eat. i said yh sure she asked if i was ok and i was like yh im fine. met with her when she started to talk about her new book i was about this sado guy who locked this girl under his bed and made her sign some sort of contract it felt like she was talking about me?any way for the next 6-7month or so every thing in the world pointed at me tv talked about me, every 1 in my life was this 1 person who was just there to break me,it was horrible i thought i was in a coma or something i begged to move in with my mam never spoke to my friends it felt to me like the set the whole thing up and stole my love from me to leave me empty with nothing but this person to live with torturing me until death.
things got better after 6-7 months and i met new friends started going out and i felt like id over come this massive thing and nothing could stop me now and i could do whatever i want,til 1 day i decided that i needed to try lsd again. il keep it short i had 1 hit felt ok then the people i was with began feeding on me??? yet again i felt empty but this time i new i would be ok because if id done it before i could do it again,its 3 months in now and i just feel depressed and i have no motivation and have tured into a horrible person im scared that iv fucked up and feel like such a fool,sorry for this being so long guys im not the best at writing but hope you get the jist
thanks peace
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ok folk's I'm back up and on the rise again no longer depressed, although I have lost my job
im glad really onece I got better and started doing more than just work it became a chore to go and got kind of tired of the same thing... any way im all happy now my jaw pain has left and i smoke a lot of weed again 