Originally posted by RestStop
I'm considering writing a creppypasta/nosleep-esque series about something supernatural happening in the purification process of meth. 100% honest that this is something that actually happens as every time I've gotten refined meth me and friends have heard voices and seen inexplicable things while partying on it.
This could be easily be debunked by sleep deprivation if it didn't happen on the first blast off and chalked up to Meffed out hallucinations if me and at least one other person didn't hear and see weird shit simultaneously but no I'm convinced something strange is going on with the re rocked shit.
rerock the dope with that msm. take a hit of this and lose yo high instantly. bitches be temptin me but a boner I cant get so forget it. put a HTC vive on the credit card and watch asa akira work the pussy in VR
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Originally posted by Wide Selection
rerock the dope with that msm. take a hit of this and lose yo high instantly. bitches be temptin me but a boner I cant get so forget it. put a HTC vive on the credit card and watch asa akira work the pussy in VR
Lol rerock is gonna be my next username once I can delete this account
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Originally posted by Wide Selection
rerock the dope with that msm. take a hit of this and lose yo high instantly. bitches be temptin me but a boner I cant get so forget it. put a HTC vive on the credit card and watch asa akira work the pussy in VR
This dude had owed me a few blue faces for quite some time to the point I'm like yeah fuck it just gimme some of your quarter. I got home and it was the most disgusting weakest shit I ever had I had my ex gf purify it and a 1.2g bag came back as 195mg like wut? Nigga think he Tupac with the juice til I Bishop him off the roof.
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I really fucked up my heart with my last 6 month bender of drugs; now I have dangerously high blood pressure and heart palpitations. Cocaine (and meth) is a hell of a drug. You know you fucked up when almost losing a limb isn't the worst thing caused by your drug abuse. (Looking at you semi)
I'm going to see a psychiatrist again and try to get Nardil or at least a hefty benzo dose. I'm losing the battle against depression, there's no way I can make it decades like this, continuing to live like this. I've also accepted, that regardless of how I feel, I cannot continue to exist in total isolation. I tried, tried hard to find some way to make it sustainable, but it simply does not work. It runs far to contrary to human biology.
No family, indigent, literally have not had social relationships in 14 years, purposefully isolating and detaching myself, filled with regrets, I really wish I had been diagnosed early and put on medication and depression. I'm about as depressed, isolated, unfulfilled, anxious, and tormented by my thoughts as you can get. This is a really fucked up situation to be in. Realistically, I'm probably pretty much fucked with pretty poor odds of never committing suicide or ever having a particularly good quality of life.
I want to work in an animal sanctuary, just surrounded by non-human friends like me.
The thought of me committing some grand crime to go out with is a complete joke when I'm in this state, completely non-functional. I really shouldn't even joke around about it.
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