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I've been on meth for years. I have a job so I can have money to buy meth. And being high motivates me to do my job so I can get paid and get high.
I used to be the typical campus drug dealer for 8 years straight , the guy at university everybody knows to find to score weed and other things. I did it to pay for my studies and to save up a little and after I graduated, I rented an apartment and kept on dealing. Man.... I still miss that life.... I was hugely popular and everyday was like a party. I began at 19 years old and stopped at 27 because I got tired of "that world" and I also made two female friends a sub-dealer. They were 13 and 14 with a lot of other female friends who liked to smoke weed so it was a lucrative business. I called them Renato's angels. I learned them the tricks of the trade and they had respect everywhere and nobody messed with them as they could always rely on some friends who were my henchmen. My flat was always filled with girls who were insanely pretty and always high and yes I had sex with them too which was extremely illegal. Crazy drug fueled orgies with themes: a Roman theme night, a vampire theme night. I was the Hugh Hefner on dope. We never got busted and I even made them earn a lot of money which they saved up to go to dancing school. I'm still friends with them and now I'm 38, a successful financial trader, still smoking weed, from time to time coke to stay sharp when trading is hard, growing weed but quit the molly, speed and LSD. They still have their nicknames to the horror of their boyfriends and when they are single, we are still friends with benefits as my job doesn't allow for a real relationship which sometimes sucks.
Yesterday, I was home alone, I decided to bake muffins. The problem was that I didn't have appropriate spices, so I said to myself 'Why not?' and took pot instead. My family loved it.
Yesterday was the best evening of my life! All of my family members talked to each other. First, they fought and shouted at each other, a few minutes later they were laughing and dancing and singing. It was just great. I don't regret anything.
I stole the purse of my teacher while she wasn't in her classroom.
With the money (almost 200 bucks!) I'm going to buy some weed!
Excited!
I sell coke with a good friend of mine and for that reason we were always together or at his house etc. His younger sister who at the time this happened was 14 going on 15 and nothing short of stunning. I couldn't say it but my god she was hot. My friend always swore he'd never let her touch it. So one night he's not there for an hour or so and she's heading to a party with her bf who was nearly 18. Naturally she wants to seems cool and asks for some coke I say no. Then she starts acting flirty and touches me and I last a grand total of 40 seconds before I've got her pinned against a wall fingering her and sucking her tongue. I carry her upstairs and throw her petite body on the bad and reveal my throbbing cock to which she gasped only making it harder. I took my huge bag of coke and tipped it the length of my coke and handed her a metal snorter and she did it like a pro. Nothing sexier than a hot girl sniffing off your cock. I then preceded to give a girl the most consistently hard and fast fuck I've ever managed. I ended by mercilessly pounding her for near enough 10 mins and blew inside her and then she just sighed and collapsed onto the bed
One time while high on meth I was in the company of a girl, completely innocent. She ask if she could try smoking some, so I made her take 5 huge hits back to back. By the end of the 5 hit she was touching her crotch. Her panties were sopping wet. She was so horny I eat her out , she blew me and I fuck her for 6 hours and she was a virgin.
I have been recreationally consuming butane for the past few weeks. At first it was a head rush and woozy feeling, but over time strong hallucinations now kick in the more I do.
In a recent session, I did quite a bit, reached the dream-like hallucination state which never actually feels very good, calmed down and got back to normal. I usually stop after that point, but no, I decided to do more.
The hallucination state kicks back in, strongly, and it feels like I'm about to die. Shapes and colours meld and twist, my heart races and beats irregulary, there's a roaring sound in my mind and I hallucinate I'm rigged up to a vital monitoring machine which is screaming at me.
I tear myself away from my desk, panting very heavily, adrenaline pumping through my veins, thinking this is it. I start to ball my eyes out, begging not to die as I think of my family and life ahead of me. I slowly but surely calm my breathing and reality goes back to normal.
I've resolved to never touch the drug again, ever. This is my way of getting my thoughts out there.
Thank you.
im 17, my mom is a drug attict but i love her to death, she does heroin, and crack, this year 2016, i started to do herion somtimes and smoke crack sometimes, i just started because i have triedd other drugs just for the experience but i wonderd why my mom does heroin and cack all the time.. now i know the reason, but anywayone day i got a bag of heroin from my mom, she is aware i do it somtimes. anyway, i do this bag of heroin and i felt amazing, all i rember is closing my eyes, apperently i was dead, my body was purple from no oxygen and i wasnt breathing so my mom and my bestfriend who was there but she didnt know i was on drugs, they called the ambuence and they had to stick somthing up my nose so i can start breathing again, i woke up in the hospital and once i was told that i was dead i flipped out, i actually want to die, anyway after that i stopped for a while but now i do it again, yesterday night i did 2 bags of dope, the first one i did about 8pm, i didnt really feel what i wanted by 9pm so i did another one, about 20 min later i was smoking a blunt of weed with my sister and i wasnt feeling good at all, my head felt ike it was going to explode, so i put the blunt out and went into my house, i said goodnight to everyone and to her, i went in my room and i already knew i was overdosing, i tried so hard to keep myself awake because i didnt want to die so randomly, like i wasnt ready, i kept myself up untill 3 am and then finally said fuck it and went to bed, i woke up fine buti just been thinking since then.. why didnt i just lt it happen, maybe i want to live?.. idk but i really want to do it again and end it,,
I am a 32 year old blue collar family man, but I am personally responsible for the murder of three people. The first is known and is public record. The second and third occurred during my five-year stint in a drug trafficking ring. They were both friends of mine, but addicted to methamphetamine. Their addictions caused my kingpin to lose a large amount of money. I gave them both poisoned meth, which they injected. I later went to jail for my part in the trafficking ring, but my two friends were never found.
Shoplifting is fun. I've stolen thousands of dollars worth of stuff from various stores. Most items I'd trade for drugs anyways.
I like to get super high and have rough sex. Nothing feels better to me than getting used while stoned.
A friend of mine wanted to buy some marijuana from me. So I bought parsley and sold it to him for 50 bugs.
I also said that it's pretty good stuff.
My brother is an abusive drug addict and alcoholic. I believe he is also mentally ill. I enable him to buy drugs because it’s the only time he acts like a normal person. Nobody knows what my life is really like.
I'm so sorry, I have sinned.
All of my friends are drug addict, all BUT ME.
And now listen: I reported you all to the police!!
You dumb addicts!
Part 1. Well, I have a female in my past that we only were together for a weekend or two a month that went on for about 12 years but it was sex,drugs,rock and roll good, and bad, she was 35 years old , no kids , tight little body with tiny titties, nice nipples, very nice ass , dirty blonde long hair to her waist , sexy pretty feet and toes , smooth shaven pretty little pussy , we met on a phonechat line , I messaged her asking if she like to party and play, she sent me her phone number , a couple days later I picked her up at a trailer park she looked hot with a tomboyish look her hair in braids a white t shirt and a jean mini skirt with open toe sandals I had a room waiting at a local motel
Im a 17 year living in a small town . i tried my first cigarette when i was only 12 at first it as nothing serious i didn't even like them. after interacting with them again when i was 14 (freshman in high school) i became addicted and at first i really didn't know about brands so i would pick up random cigarettes off the floor and maybe after a couple months i became an addict to Newport's and more specifically Newport 100"s menthol. i loved the head high it gave me and i had to keep it a secret from my family so once i got a car, it became my moving ashtray. when im home and crave my addiction i go to my backyard and smoke. i became a daily smoker until recently (3 years later) i dont feel that good and all i want to feel is that rush inside my head i felt when i first began smoking. I can finish up to 1 pack a day and i dont feel anything. im an addict to the worst drug in america and the worst part is my family still has no clue until this very day.
A neighborhood girl (12) was going around bullying the other kids and trying to act "cool" claiming she drank and smoked and drugged all the time (you know the type) i gained this knowledge from my 10 year old niece who was one of the girls bullied, well i decided to she needed a lesson, coming from the background i did i was able to aquire a small amount of meth, the bully always carried around this knockoff purse, so i went to speak with her about bullying my niece (knowing full well she would just be a little twat) well as she was running her mouth i casually dropped the baggie of dope in the purse she had set on the bench, i walked a block away abd called the cops and tipped in that a minor was in possesion of drugs at the park, she waa arrested, charged with a felony and did six months in juvie, i later heard she was constantly getting beat up for running her mouth in there, even though it was a horrible thkng to do shes now no longer a cunt and is even doing better in school.
As a kid I watched someone use drugs. They’d hallucinate. I said not me. When you see a person go from normal to screaming. Running from things not there. Hurting themselves and others. Not me.
Then I almost died. You wanna live? Take these meds. The meds led to new problems. New meds.
Then the meds caused PTSD. That led to more meds.
Well. One med made me hallucinate. I tried to escape I’m told. Can’t remember.
I do remember one med made me paranoid. This was compounded by a bad childhood and a real danger in our life. My wife tried to convince me the real danger was not real. But it was strange. It’s like when the TV preacher; radio DJ; newscaster. Well.
You now how in a movie they don’t look into the camera? That breaks the illusion your watching something real. You now realize the actor is looking at the audience. Hey. I’m an actor.
Well. On this med my mind would say. Did they just look at me? I didn’t run off screaming. I knew they really weren’t. I just felt like they were.
Off and on I’ve been thru stuff like that. Take this med. I don’t want to. But I never tell them about the side effect.
But I beat it. When I wasn’t on such meds. I called some shows. Heard myself. Had others do it. Heard them. See now they really were to me and others. One liked me so much I met them. Took pics. Me and others. They remember. Got the pics. So it’s real.
Well they’ve had me on said meds again. Can’t sleep. Paranoia. But I beat it. I called some shows. Broke the spell. I went thru. Heard me talking to me. Delayed of course.
Oh. I’m still feeling that itch; nervous; hot cold; sick to stomach; shaky; nervous stuff. I hate these meds. But I now know it’s paranoia. I altered the show. Made them talk to me. Heard it delayed.
Then I did the greatest thing you can do to paranoia. I hung up. Changed channels. Put on a movie. Said I don’t care who thinks what about me. I’m a good person. They can laugh at me. But I can laugh at them too. F them. It’s nothing personal. I just have to live within what meds are doing to me.
So it’s fading. Losing its hold on me. I’ll wait a week or two. Then slowly listen again. If it’s just a show I’ll stay. If not two more weeks.
I may have to take these meds to stay alive longer. But I don’t have to let the side effects control my life.
My boy best friend proposed to me yesterday. Did I mention he smoked a lotta weed? He was pretty much of a failure and that was the reason I became his bff, cuz I was always there for him and listened to his problems. He tried to kiss me, I pushed away. Today it's 10pm and he is still not home. His friends are calling me to ask if I know something but I am hiding what happened. His phone is switched off. I am really scared.
I like mixing drugs and sex. I love to snort cocaine off a naked girls body while my husband rails me from behind. And sex on ecstasy is out of this world. It makes our orgies so much better. Sometimes I even smoke a bong when it's just me and my husband. I also do lines of coke occasionally. I don't think I'm addicted or anything. It's not like I do it every day, or even every week. But it's nice just to let loose and have fun sometimes.
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