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12-12-2004, 17:06
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Friday-Sunday
I went to my friends house. He said that he had strept throat and on monday mourning when I was leaving, he couldn't get up from the flue. I kinda knew I'd come down with something that week. I was driven home by my parents who were kind enough to come all the way out there to take me home (he lives a LONG ways away).
Wednesday
Wednesday: I was with my family driving home from school. At this point I didn't feel anything (no euphoria, or sickness). I bought 2 hostes cakes, and a big cinemon bun. I ate it all in our car, and I went home. I might of not eaten anything that day, I can't really remember much.
Thursday Mourning:
Thursday mourning, I was sick and slept the whole day, staying out from school. At this time I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.
Thursday Afternoon:
I was pacing back and forth in my room, listening to a song that I had wrote (on my computer/I'm a composer). I then droped to the ground from this weird sudden euphoria buzz. It was like I was fainting but I couldn't be sure (I've never fainted before). The buzz took me away from the world (it seemed) for about 4 seconds, my chest started to heat up (not like in a heart attack, but more like when you get extremly excited). It freaked me out and the rest of the day I spent worrying about it and thought it might happen again. I can't remember what I ate that day, it most likely wasn't that much.
Friday Mourning:
I was still worrying about it the whole day. I could notice that I had a little bit of a euphoria (which I was trying to deny having) and I really just wanted to feel normal again. I stayed out of school that day and told my parents that I was sick (all I had was a bad cough). The euphoria that day was like something that you could just not notice if you didn't want to. It wasn't close to anything that I was about to have.
Friday Afternoon:
Nothing really changed. I went to the store again and bought 2 more hostes cakes (not as in big, giant cakes, but as in those cream filled little ones), and 2 chocolate bars. This is probobly why I have the buzz today, because I ate this on an empty stomach (which is the most idiotic thing anyone can ever do in their lives). That night, I had the weird 5 seconds euphoria thing again, which made me really really scared now. I brought my cat into the room to sleep with me (And you would too!). I have to note that when I slept that afternoon, I had this dream about me having a heart attack.
Saturday Mourning:
Waking up in the mourning I noticed that I had a small euphoric buzz, and I proceeded to ignore it. Nothing much happened, I played some video games to pass the time and composed a little, and I slept a little more.
Saturday Afternoon:
I started to feel the actual buzz. It freaked me out and I talked to my brother about it (who had done mushrooms before). The buzz was now at some points like I was doing something and my soul was in another place. Like I'm typing on my computer and I can see my hands typing but it's not even like it's me, or I'm behind in time. It was nothing as strong as weed or alchohol, but the buzz definatly freaked me out because it was lasting alot longer than any other drug I've heard of (2 days!!!???). My brother said I should just drink alot of hot water and not eat anything. So I didn't eat anything....and my mother came home with the groceries. She had bought recee cups that I had asked for earlier because I was craving more chocolate/sugar. I have to note here that all I had eaten that day was chedder cheese (pathetic, huh?). I had looked at some fish that I could have eaten in the mourning (and if I were there now I would tell myself to eat it!). So I ate the bastard recee cups. I ate half the bag before I stopped and thought. I backtracked and came with the conclusion that the buzz was from sugar.
It was definatly a very scary buzz. I couldn't focus on anything, and I was very slow. I couldn't keep hold of a conversation because the anxiety was enourmous. I had noone to turn to but myself (which everyone should know is the worst with drugs).
Sunday Mourning:
So now I'm up on a sunday mourning and I still have the god damned buzz. I'm not as scared as I was, but I'm kinda intimdated by it now. I'm an amateur drug user (only alchohol and weed) and if anyone could give me advice, it'd be great...(which is to say that the high hasn't gone....yet...maybe yet? will it go? is it from sugar...?)
Friday-Sunday
I went to my friends house. He said that he had strept throat and on monday mourning when I was leaving, he couldn't get up from the flue. I kinda knew I'd come down with something that week. I was driven home by my parents who were kind enough to come all the way out there to take me home (he lives a LONG ways away).
Wednesday
Wednesday: I was with my family driving home from school. At this point I didn't feel anything (no euphoria, or sickness). I bought 2 hostes cakes, and a big cinemon bun. I ate it all in our car, and I went home. I might of not eaten anything that day, I can't really remember much.
Thursday Mourning:
Thursday mourning, I was sick and slept the whole day, staying out from school. At this time I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.
Thursday Afternoon:
I was pacing back and forth in my room, listening to a song that I had wrote (on my computer/I'm a composer). I then droped to the ground from this weird sudden euphoria buzz. It was like I was fainting but I couldn't be sure (I've never fainted before). The buzz took me away from the world (it seemed) for about 4 seconds, my chest started to heat up (not like in a heart attack, but more like when you get extremly excited). It freaked me out and the rest of the day I spent worrying about it and thought it might happen again. I can't remember what I ate that day, it most likely wasn't that much.
Friday Mourning:
I was still worrying about it the whole day. I could notice that I had a little bit of a euphoria (which I was trying to deny having) and I really just wanted to feel normal again. I stayed out of school that day and told my parents that I was sick (all I had was a bad cough). The euphoria that day was like something that you could just not notice if you didn't want to. It wasn't close to anything that I was about to have.
Friday Afternoon:
Nothing really changed. I went to the store again and bought 2 more hostes cakes (not as in big, giant cakes, but as in those cream filled little ones), and 2 chocolate bars. This is probobly why I have the buzz today, because I ate this on an empty stomach (which is the most idiotic thing anyone can ever do in their lives). That night, I had the weird 5 seconds euphoria thing again, which made me really really scared now. I brought my cat into the room to sleep with me (And you would too!). I have to note that when I slept that afternoon, I had this dream about me having a heart attack.
Saturday Mourning:
Waking up in the mourning I noticed that I had a small euphoric buzz, and I proceeded to ignore it. Nothing much happened, I played some video games to pass the time and composed a little, and I slept a little more.
Saturday Afternoon:
I started to feel the actual buzz. It freaked me out and I talked to my brother about it (who had done mushrooms before). The buzz was now at some points like I was doing something and my soul was in another place. Like I'm typing on my computer and I can see my hands typing but it's not even like it's me, or I'm behind in time. It was nothing as strong as weed or alchohol, but the buzz definatly freaked me out because it was lasting alot longer than any other drug I've heard of (2 days!!!???). My brother said I should just drink alot of hot water and not eat anything. So I didn't eat anything....and my mother came home with the groceries. She had bought recee cups that I had asked for earlier because I was craving more chocolate/sugar. I have to note here that all I had eaten that day was chedder cheese (pathetic, huh?). I had looked at some fish that I could have eaten in the mourning (and if I were there now I would tell myself to eat it!). So I ate the bastard recee cups. I ate half the bag before I stopped and thought. I backtracked and came with the conclusion that the buzz was from sugar.
It was definatly a very scary buzz. I couldn't focus on anything, and I was very slow. I couldn't keep hold of a conversation because the anxiety was enourmous. I had noone to turn to but myself (which everyone should know is the worst with drugs).
Sunday Mourning:
So now I'm up on a sunday mourning and I still have the god damned buzz. I'm not as scared as I was, but I'm kinda intimdated by it now. I'm an amateur drug user (only alchohol and weed) and if anyone could give me advice, it'd be great...(which is to say that the high hasn't gone....yet...maybe yet? will it go? is it from sugar...?)