DOSE: T+ 0:00	25 mg	insufflated	3-Fluoroamphetamine	(powder / crystals)
T+ 1:20	25 mg	insufflated	3-Fluoroamphetamine	(powder / crystals)
T+ 4:00	25 mg	insufflated	3-Fluoroamphetamine	(powder / crystals)
T+ 5:00	25 mg	insufflated	3-Fluoroamphetamine	(powder / crystals)
T+ 7:00	25 mg	insufflated	3-Fluoroamphetamine	(powder / crystals)
T+ 17:30		oral	Coffee
T+ 18:00	25 mg	insufflated	3-Fluoroamphetamine	(powder / crystals)
T+ 38:20		oral	Coffee
T+ 0:00	repeated	smoked	Tobacco - Cigarettes

BODY WEIGHT:

69 kg

Context:
I take amphetamines mainly when I want to have a lot of fun writing or when I’m desperate about a deadline. I had experience with D-amphetamine, 2-FA, 3-FA, 2-FMA, 3-FMA, I’m able to recognize the subtle differences between them and have used all of them in this context at varying doses with 2 routes of administration (ingestion/inhalation). When I use, I always binge for one to (rarely) two full nights. The intensity of the experience limits my use to no more than once a month. I haven’t used any major stimulant in the 2 months prior to the experience.

Setting
At my house, mood normal. I have already planned the general ideas of what I’m going to write about. I notice that I have 3 people-free days ahead and decide to use. At the start of the experience, I’m slightly nervous as always – weighing pros and cons, thinking about all the good and bad things that will happen, suppressing aversion.

Experience report:
I wake up slightly unsettled by a nightmare. I have a large breakfast consisting of 2 eggs in the morning, with coffee. I smoke my way through the morning, doing some chores and lazily reading/watching some resources on the topic of my writing (acoustical oceanography). I have a light lunch (stir-fried vegetables with rice), with no more coffee.

I don’t really feel like starting to write the enormous amount of material I have to put out, so I weigh my options and finally decide to take some of the 3-FA that’s been sitting in my drawer for some time now. It’s now around 16:00. Entries are written in real time.

(T+0:00) I weigh and snort a 25mg line of 3-FA. It’s not that bad. I immediately feel a mental rush because my decision is now set in stone. I’m going to do a day-night-day binge.

(T+0:10) I’m starting to feel the full effects of the substance. I could describe it as a general lift in mood without much stimulation, and definitely no “Forced” stimulation.

Focusing on my body, I notice way less jaw-clenching, sweating or moving around than other stimulants. I’m sort of normal and could pass as sober. Instead of an increase in focus in a single task, my mind keeps darting around, but not really in a creative way. Instead, it seems like even the most trivial thing can pick my interest now. A common occurrence is starting to read about something, then ditching it because I get reminded of something different. These “New things” are more like remembering forgotten interests than connecting ideas in a novel way. I also notice way less mania than what I usually experience on other stimulants.

(T+0:40) At this point, I’m way more distracted than baseline. My research on the topic of acoustical oceanography is derailed and I’m now zapping videos about fishing, abyssal fish, marine diesel propulsion, various types of music and more while slumped on the bed in absolute stillness. I don’t feel like I’m learning much because I immediately think about something else and never finish a video. I wonder if this could be how inattentive ADHD feels like.

(T+1:20) I realize I’m writing this report instead of my thing and decide to cut it off and just keep small notes. I redose 25mg, without feeling any rush. I now notice some of the other peculiar effects of 3-FA, such as lightheadedness and relaxation. I can stay still for extended periods of time, but my mind is still very distracted.

(T+2:10) I still haven’t fucking started. I would have, if I was sober. Instead, I had the nicest of online conversations with some friends I don’t usually talk much to. While other amphetamines make me very tweaky and logorrheic in conversations, I’m very much myself here and I feel like giving attention and praise to others rather than receiving it. I feel like I can easily figure out what the other person needs or feels like, but this happens by analysing the person and what they say. Radically different from the immediate, irrational connection with others that might be felt under the effect of other serotoninergic stimulants.

I also feel no trace of disinhibition, being very careful not to overwhelm the other person, not to talk too much about myself, or bring up things that aren't relevant. It might be a crazy comparison, but I think I’ve felt this sort of mood with alcohol – mainly the distraction, the lifted mood and the extreme interest for past ideas, experiences and friends, and especially the short lived euphoria for novelty. It could also be described as a form of “Extreme optimism” towards every possibility, rather than the “Extreme confidence” that one might experience when using most other dopaminergic stimulants.

(T+4:00) I redose 25mg again. I still can’t concentrate, and still feel the extreme sociability, but don’t really want to start a chat spree or show up at someone’s door in this state because it might annoy them or peer pressure them into taking drugs in an unplanned way (another case of thinking way more than usual about others). At this point, I force myself to clear my desk, light a candle, put on some brown noise and really start writing, because I could have very well fucked around all day without needing to take a powerful cardiotoxic stimulant.

(T+5:00) I redose 25mg again. I managed to get something done, but I’m really beating around the bush rather than getting into it. When I start, I am immediately reminded of some other thing that I could write that could be more fun and help me later, and abandon ship to do just that. I notice my mood is getting a little bit more manic – I feel that familiar delusional self-assuredness that my writing is absolutely amazing.

(T+7:00) I redose 25mg for what I feel like is going to be the penultimate time. At this point I finally managed to get into my project and I’ve been writing for 2 hours without pausing, but what I did was more like stuffing a lot of ideas in one single area – it reads good, but it’s not “Efficient”. The common amphetamine behavior of obsessively perfecting a small, tangential part of the work seems ever-present here. I experience a radically different form of creativity than baseline: while my proficiency at forming new connections between ideas is weakened, I have become very good at recalling the right thing at the right time – even things I may have never remembered at baseline, such as small notes I wrote months ago or something I learned and seemingly forgotten about.

(T+15:30) I suddenly snap out of it, realizing how much time has passed and how little I’ve achieved. I could see that time was passing, but I was so distracted that I didn’t pay any mind to it. After piecing it together, I realize that I’ve spent at least 4 hours trying to demonstrate that the law of Identity (A is identical to itself) is only applicable to abstract thought. Doing so was prompted by the simple, seemingly innocent use of “Truth” in a phrase. It’s not psychotic or full of errors, but I feel very ashamed about how goofy the idea itself is. In this interval I also stopped paying attention to my health state, I haven’t had water in 4 hours or stretched so I feel kinda cranky. My vision is blurred and glitchy and I see a few shadow bugs. I’m otherwise feeling well, and I’m still happy, very distracted and somewhat lethargic.

(T+16:00) I take care of myself. I don’t have fun doing it, and the frequency of new thoughts is starting to be annoying. It seems like I’m not really in control of my thoughts – they seem to move and shift on their own, and my mind comes up blank whenever I try to concentrate on forming a coherent, slightly complex thought. When writing my extremely tangential dissertation I had no difficulty in checking the logical soundness of my arguments, but now I can’t follow my own reasoning at all. Despite this predicament, I fully understand that it’s a normal consequence of not sleeping and I just keep changing channel.

(T+17:30) This is bad, I’m VERY distracted. My thoughts are pure noise and I often forget what I’m doing. I realize it could be an effect of low blood sugar, so I decide to absorb nutrients other than cigarettes , of which I didn’t smoke many because I simply forgot that I could smoke. After whatever happens once my energy is refilled, I’ll decide if I want to do one last line.

(T+17:40) 10 minutes after a small coffee, lots of sugar and an egg, I feel like I’m starting to think straight again. My systems turning back on give me a slight euphoric mood – at this point, I want to snort the line just to see what happens. I have completely given up on doing anything useful today.

(T+18:00) I have snorted one last 25mg line. After a moment of “Ok, now what?” the familiar chaotic tangle of thoughts comes back at full force, and I start to follow threads.

(T+18:15) Appreciating (?) a moment of poorly organized silent introspection while smoking a cigarette and looking at the ceiling. I notice that visual disturbances have gone away – I guess that low blood pressure and eye strain were the main causes. I decide to put on some music.

(T+18:30) I’m now listening to Coil with eyes closed and trying to observe my chaotic stream of thoughts while concentrating on bodily sensations because I think it may enhance the more delirious side of the experience.

(T+18:40) I get scared and stop the ritual. Rather than becoming delirious, I developed a tingling sensation in the skin, cold sweats, a very increased heart rate, a lot of jaw clenching, irregular breathing and of course my favourite: feeling of impending doom. The anxiety quickly fades away after opening my eyes.

(T+20:00) I’m just sort of sitting here, completely immobile. I’m afraid of doing something because of how easily I could get distracted. There’s a strong urge to write. I decide I’ll have another breakfast and then write for my project.

(T+20:15) VERY pronounced blood pressure swings when standing up or sitting down. With other stimulants, I would need at least 24 hours of wakefulness without food and water to reach this near-fainting intensity. It seems these are a feature of the 3-FA experience regardless of food intake.

(T+20:25) I force myself to eat two more eggs. I have a significant aversion to food – so much so that I wonder if 3-FA causes stronger food aversion, but it’s impossible to say for certain. While cooking, I realized that standing up and walking around actually makes me feel sort of better, so I’ll ditch the writing for now and just do the clean your house on meth challenge. As you may have guessed, it’s still very hard to concentrate on one thing.

(T+20:40) I’m still having a disorganized introspection session when suddenly the intercom rings! I panic for an instant because I completely withdrew into myself in the last hour or so and I would likely sound and look psychotic in a normal conversation, but it’s just a package for a friend. I check myself in the mirror and what do you know, I look and behave like a respectable, mentally sound young man. Sadly, I hadn’t considered that my first “Good morning” would come out as a ghoulish murmur because of a full 24h of silence, amphetamine, mouthwash and cigarettes… so I still end up blowing my cover and looking like a disgusting junkie.

(T+21:00) Alright: let’s fuck. Let’s clean the house and move around. After THIS glass of juice, and then after THIS cigarette.

(T+21:01) The cigarette is already half a cigarette…

(T+21:45) I managed to clean the house and move around with immense mental effort. Stimulants described as “Functional”, in my experience, motivate the user immediately after a task is started, regardless of desirability. 3-FA doesn’t.

(T+23:00) The effects are now rapidly becoming less intense. I need to wrap up the session, cook some food, shower and go read something.

(T+24:00) I haven’t eaten but had a very pleasant shower. The strange ogre I saw in the mirror before shaving and showering is gone, and I look like I’d always wanted to look when I was 16: pale as death, huge reddish bags under the eyes, gaunt face and blood red lips. It’s always incredible how amphetamine use can alter one’s looks so dramatically after a single day.

(T+27:00 +- 0:30) At some point I went out to stretch my legs and buy some tobacky. Walking feels nice, I’m neither tired nor energetic. More importantly, I meet and pet three very different cats. The first is an old white lady with perfectly circular orange spots and an old lady meow that resembles my voice now, very happy and vocal to get scratched on her back and belly and massaged near the spine. Then, a small and extremely cute tabby girl with a white “Bowtie spot” and white socks, a super high-pitched meow and a long, thick ringed tail always kept high in the air, a truly beautiful and noteworthy tail. She keeps moving around unlike the old lady, diminishing the efficiency of the patto, but still super friendly. Finally, I’m drawn to mysterious meowing near a fence and I spot a very ugly, strange looking cat: an oily, almost fully orange tortoiseshell girl with lemon-yellow eyes, evidently in heat given the loudness and desperation of her meows and her frantic ass-rubbing on every available surface. She drops her thing and quite literally jumps towards me when I call her, but I manage to get only one super brief cheek scrimch before she gets distracted and runs off under a bush meowing like she’s being skinned alive. Her fur left mysterious oily stains on my hands that smelled, surprisingly, like cat. Having pet a grand total of three cats, I come back home feeling super lucky.

(T+29:00) 10 hours from my last 25mg line, the stimulating effects are still very noticeable. I should now mention that I always notice two different plateaus over 3-FA’s effect duration – the abundantly described “Chaotic” effect is very short (around 3 hours), then there’s a abrupt, uncomfortable “Crash”, which then finally shifts into a very long, stable phase of mild stimulation that can last for up to 12 hours and very gradually fades away, almost unnoticed. Because of this, 3-FA’s comedown is possibly the smoothest and less painful out of every dopaminergic stimulant I’ve tried, but this extended period of constant “Unfunny” stimulation and inability to sleep can become sort of annoying to deal with.

(T+29:30) I feel the aversion to food fading away and I cook myself an unexpectedly well-made bowl of steamed vegetables with pork belly. I have now become retarded, so I accidentaly break a plate in a way so pathetic that it’s impossible to capture in words. Just imagine something funny. The two neatly split halves of the plate are left on the floor for future me to pick up. Eating still feels bad, but the cuteness of the dish is enough for me to keep munching on it. Health isn’t just a hobby – it’s a lifestyle.

(T+29:50) I have slowly but surely finished the blandest Cassoeula in existence, and I feel even better than before – very mild stimulation, a pleasant buzz from the lack of sleep and some peaceful insects of the not-crawling-on-the-skin family just hanging out on my walls to keep me company, very shy animals that don’t hesitate to shift planes when they feel the gaze of a large predator such as myself.

(T+30:30) At this point, I’m just fucking around not doing much, not that I did anything noteworthy during the last 27 hours other than petting the cats. Fuck this all, fuck you specifically. I prepare for sleep.

(T+30:50) Suddenly seeing a huge fucking spider on the wall in full light shakes me up at first, but this one’s real. I don’t really know how to feel about this event. The spider is likely a species of Tegenaria, typical of cellars in third world countries such as mine: Italy.

(T+30:58) At this point I’m just fucking around aimlessly and apparently using the report as an outlet for repressed homosexual thoughts. I wonder what the cats would think of me if they saw me in this pathetic state. Probably nothing much: they’d love me for what I am (I don’t mean my sexuality, I am heterosexual).

(T+31:20) A cricket jumpscares my sorry ass by suddenly blasting his musick right up to my window, again making me think it’s some sort of hallucination. It seems arthropods of all races have allied to destroy me. What, the drug? Oh, yes, well, nothing on the horizon, still mild stimulation but I’m feeling hints of sleepiness. I’m glad of not having any sleeping aid with me – it would ruin this comfy moment of whatever this is. If my calculations are correct, I may suddenly fall asleep any time now.

(T+31:40) Alright, now I saw a real fake spider crawling near my face, about the size of a 20cm dinner plate. The insects on the walls used the favour of darkness to fly down and take both my legs hostage. I’m also being attacked by a persistent, real mosquito. In a way, the fake insects on my legs could be considered her shadow clones. I must have angered their ranks by scaring the singing cricket away from my window. With the strange orange cat, it’s the second animal I heard begging for sex today. The fleeting idea of doing more stimulants to connect with my chitinous friends sounds good only in theory.

(T+33:00) Still not sleeping. I’m feeling the onset of stimulant psychosis – inanimate objects warp and pulsate, large tigers, pitons and tarantulas made of hands briefly pop out from dark corners, bugs crawling on my legs get more and more excited as the mind stares into an incomprehensible geometric chaos, signifying nothing.

(T+38:20) Woke up feeling like shit but not too much, as expected from 5 hours of sleep in two nights. A shot of coffee seems to work wonders for it. The broken plate is still there, split neatly in two, but I stab my foot on a traitorous millimetric shard while making the coffee. While picking up the pieces I start reflecting about the experience…

So, I 100% regret doing this, as I have lost time, health and a binge stamp, achieving nothing. Having written a log and thinking back to my other 3-FA experiences, I can tell that using it as a productivity and focus enhancer is nothing but frustrating and stressful. For most of its duration, I felt a lack of control, like my brain wouldn’t listen to my commands. I also realize that when writing the report, I understated the overall very anxious state of mind I was in during the whole experience, which you may spot if you read between the lines. Something I usually do is check my desire for redosing the day after, asking myself “Would I like being under the effects right now?” to which I respond with a strong YES, which is unusual.

I think the best use scenario for this drug is as a hyper-conversation enhancer, have a couple of lines with a few friends, sit back and talk for 20 hours about math and shit. Not for partying and definitely not for staring at a screen. Thanks for the read and stay safe!

[Reported Dose: ''150mg in increments of 25mg, insufflated'']

Exp Year: 2025	ExpID: 119127
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: Not Given
Published: Jan 9, 2026	Views: Not Supported
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