Citation: Mia. "It Wasn't Fun For Long: An Experience with Methamphetamine (then Opium & Cannabis) (exp37049)". Erowid.org. Aug 9, 2018. erowid.org/exp/37049
When I first tried it I loved it, I mean I wanted to do it all the time. I never did too much just enough to get real real twacked to where I would start hallucinating if I stared at a wall too long. All my friends would just be passing the pipe all around just talking constantly about everything from Cocoa Puffs to Government Conspiracies. It was fun, and the the euphoria was so wonderful. I would feel like I could do anything without a care.
I knew I started to get a problem when one time we loaded a bowl we didn't even melt it yet and the pipe broke and shattered. I was the first one to drop down and start trying to pick it up. I screamed to my friend next to me, 'GET A LIGHTBULB HURRY!' I was so angry at the guy who dropped it I was like in a frantic pissed off, but horribly sad. I felt like someone close to me had died just for a split second. Next thing I knew we were smoking out of the bulb. After that I started wondering if that guy did that on purpose and he was a really an undercover cop trying to bust us. I started thinking all my friends knew about it and they were trying to pin it all on me. I didn't know how it all worked, I didn't care. I just knew something wasn't right.
Then we ran out of meth.... 'Get away from me! Leave me ALONE!!!' All I needed was a hit. Just one to gently bring me down. I couldn't handle the damn come-down. One second I'd be crying over tweek, the next punching myself in the face, then the next I was okay. Later we got some more and we had our little get-together like we always did all night long. I stayed up for 7 days just tweeking whenever I felt 'The Fear' coming back. I was hallucinating so hard that when I did try and sleep I turned over and I saw my friends face all distorted and rotting corpse like. I jumped up and almost had a heart attack. My heart was palpitating for so long I just kept saying in my head 'I'm going to die. I'm going to die'. Then the next second I was fine. I went to go to the restroom and I looked in the mirror before I turned the light on and I saw myself like I had seen my friend. I quickly turned on the light, I then realized this isn't my drug. I'm a stoner not a tweeker. I like to chill out and sleep alot what the fuck am I doing awake for 7 days because I needed a drug.
I then realized this isn't my drug. I'm a stoner not a tweeker. I like to chill out and sleep alot what the fuck am I doing awake for 7 days because I needed a drug.
I started out tweeking at 130 pounds and 4 ft. 10 in. I was a bit chunky. When I had seen myself in the mirror I was same height but I was 104 pounds. I could see my ribs on my back. I did look dead and in ways I was dead and rotting. Now my weight is normal, I'm happy. I'm about a year and half clean and I'll never EVER EVER touch the shit again.
I was addicted to meth and it wasn't fun anymore and I wanted to stop so bad and I couldn't. Then I smoked some Opium. It's natural, I didn't smoke much just a couple hits was all I needed. Or I would mix it in with some weed. I gained enough of myself back to take control and get away from crystal.
I still think about it from time to time. I also think about the story I just told you and I change my mind. I hope this expierience will be able to help someone addicted to meth.
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