trust when I say I love the high after sobering up for a couple months, feels like meth again but I am not cut out to daily use EVER AGAIN 10/10 do not recommend, fkin uno reversed my ass once I was already deep in addiction and couldn’t turn back as easily as before. I think I screamed at any movement, noise and phone call for at least three days max quitting cold turkey (without weed and hella untreated bpd) so i definitely learned my lesson that as cool as yall are (some of yous, if you live in a cardboard box i definitely do not mean you) for being so fun, quirky, horndogs, or anything productive and showing me how to fly under the radar and really challenge my whole active psychosis caused by sleep deprivation and overdoses, because I was super productive, eating healthy and sleeping every night and even got myself a job (I lost it after three days) bc I took an oral dose and had to quit to make myself feel better and lie to myself that it was too much anxiety (didn’t help that I always had to fucking cookt myself before every shift thinking it would help but ultimately made it so much worse) to even show for that shift, an HOUR before. bro I really was living the high life, I was accidentally given (meth dealers are fucking stupid bro) 1k worth of meth and only paid 80, I was asked to return my healing crystal but once I knew how much that shiny rock was worth I knew they would have to pry it out of my cold dead hands if they wanted it back, lasted me over a month and I was blowing clouds for days never worried about running out man it was nice if I wasn’t illogically scared of noises/people that I was anticipating showing up or spying on me, I was so certain that my roommate could hear my torch clicks that I would hold off on smoking for hours on end bc I felt like the torch clicks were too close together and he was gonna hear, mind you this dude lived upstairs across the house from me……. completely irrational fears, but now that I’m high again I forgot how real the alarms feel in ur head. I told myself I was gonna clean and blast music but I feel like someone’s gonna show up knocking or my roommates gonna (never happened ever, and honestly why would it?) show up early than his normal return date and scare me. Idk how many times he jump scared me by existing in the house, I don’t know how I got away with using for so long with all the dumb shit that went on in my head, surprised I didn’t end up in a psych ward (I had once for self mutilating my face in a dream state of euphoria after a boof) I never put meth near my butt cheeks ever again after that….. ya I really am not ur typical meth addict like I’m cookt but I’m aware of it… also just hopping onto meth Reddit again to write u guys this novel bc my thoughts feel so important right like it’s important u read this all bc im so knowing, nah im just fucking around ok I’ll shut it now. DMs are open for innocent chats, I’m asexual af when my tolerance is reset so don’t bother, ur girl just isn’t horny today sorry to more than half of this Reddit (I was on this Reddit so long that I came to the conclusion that the only time a post gets crazy amount of attention is when it involves some sex fuckery or pissing in a humidifier (we will never forget this man)