Too many times, goddamnit, i’ve been in another dimension..
1.2.3.4.5.6…………………..48.
In one night. Triple C’s. That’s the most ive ever done in one night. i was trippin for 3 days&nights straight.
Woke up in cold sweats, mind reeling,
The world swayed around me, my body wasn’t mine and my mind,
Was fucken lost to a fog of fear, drugs, and dizziness.
The hallway was like a mile, but I stumbled down with only a step.
Puked without feeling, only hating.
Vile black, blood soaked spit.
Went back, laid down in a spinning bed, and wished I was a little kid again.
So I dropped off to drug inhibited dreams.
Woke up, feeling like shit. Mind reeling.
Nightly routine. For months and months every fucking night, every fucking day. i would do them.
I hated life. I hated me. But i didnt know what i was without them.
They Were Me, And I Was Them.
I was drugs. not human, nothing else.
I Was Nothing, Without Triple C’s.
I didn’t know. I don’t know. I was lost. I am lost. I was confused. I am confused.
So many pathetic excuses for this feeling of emptiness.
Don’t worry pets, just look at the Christmas lights.
It’ll be alright.
“with time, it will pass.”
End/Rant
This ended in September, 2013. I am sober from dxm and have been since September. However my body longs for those little red pills, no matter how terrible the feeling i get when i think of them. Just talking about it, brings me back almost into a trip. My body, My brain, Everything, Rejecting.
I suppose doing a ridiculous amount of DXM, over time, will make your brain literally feel retarded. It made me feel retarded. It made me retarded.
Does Any One On Here Have Experience With DXM And Could Talk With Me?
