I may or may not smoke a certain substance every weekend with everyone I love, but two nights ago I smoked out of my $225 bong named “The Time Machine”, “Aperture Science”, and “The Tardis”, (due to us not being able to pick a good name), and I saw things. Bad things. Terrible terrible things. I had a horrible trip, for the first time, and I thought I was going to die. I really really did. I could feel each heart beat of mine pulsing extremely fast while everything around me, every single object was suddenly something else, something from an inside joke, and old thing I used to have, a show/movie I’ve seen, some things I didn’t want to remember were popping out all over me. It wouldn’t stop. The amount I smoked made my imagination open up, no boundaries, everything showing up at once, it was like the pandora box of old embarassing things in my mind had opened up. The house I was in was suddenly really really small and I felt like I was in a terrible low budget 70s movie and I was just another example of why drugs are bad, and I was being watched by millions of people. The whole time I was extremely thirsty and had like two entire bottles of water and was still thirsty, the water tasted sour and gross to me for some reason. This barely covers what happened to me, I saw so many terrible things, and then I saw amazing things, but I was so uncomfortable it was hard to enjoy. I tried to draw but all I got was a really sloppy signature at the top of the paper, and then got nauseous again.

I’ve never been that messed up, and I never had a bad trip, but my girlfriend was there for me regardless of how unbearably stupid I was, and I think I’m gonna take a break from it for a while.