DOSE:	repeated	insufflated	MDPV	(powder / crystals)
			Diphenhydramine
			Alcohol - Hard
			Cannabis

BODY WEIGHT:

190 lb

This shit is without a doubt the WORST drug I have ever experienced. The worst part about it is that, for me, it's not addictive (at least after the first couple of doses) but rather compulsive. I want to redose. Badly. But I don't need to. After 3 or so doses in a row I won't really have extremely negative effects the following day. I'll have bloodshot eyes, and I'll be tired and maybe irritate easily, but that's about it.

What's really bad is coming back to it a week later and insufflating 500 mg in a week. I ended up spreading my doses out in 15-20mg each, about 2 1/2 hours apart, doing about 5 doses a day, for 7 days straight. The first 4 days were great! I knew my heart rate spiked a lot, and monitored it closely, calming myself when I hit around 160-180 bpm. I knew not to exercise because of this. It increased my focus, my awareness, my thoughts could race at will and quickly solve any problem.

Day 5 rolls around, and I wake up to a horrible sensation. I'm lethargic. I'm sore. My body is screaming for help. My brain is telling me that more will help. This is where addiction starts. I redose, and I feel like I'm 'me' again. And now I can't stop. I'm taking lower doses, 10-15mg, but more often, every 1 1/2 to 2 hours. I'm unable to sleep at night, and I have stuff to do in the morning, so I pull an all-nighter, easy to do on this stuff.

Day 6, not tired. No desire to eat, the thought of food is almost gross. But I know I have to, so I shove something down. Still redosing just as often, but I'm having to do more to feel it. I stop dosing at around 8pm, at 11pm I'm suffering horribly, and still can't sleep. Taking a Benadryl, and 1am rolls around, still can't sleep. Redose. Redose. Redose. It's morning again.

Day 7. Church this morning. I don't have much left, maybe 50mg. Gotta make it last through church, 15 mg, can't have the family beside me worried. Oh, did I mention this is my wife's family? Oh, and did I mention my wife is right beside me? Halfway through church. Dose is wearing down. My eyes are starting to fade. My body finally wants to sleep. What horrible timing. The walls behind the pastor look very fuzzy, dots appearing sporadically. Bathroom. Have to redose. 20mg. Ahh, much better. But I'm hearing things I shouldn't be. Whispers, no words, just airy. Likely DMT build-up from lack of sleep. It isn't colliding with reality yet, but I'm wary of it. Church is over. 30 minute drive home. I'm fading again... Last 15mg. Fuck. Gotta make it home. Redose.

Okay, I'm home. It's 2pm. I. Have. To. Sleep. 3 shots of whiskey. Some weed. Woah. I... Feel weird... Uhhh....

Passed out at 5pm...

Woke up at 8am. Pounding head. I didn't drink water. Stupid of me. Walking is difficult. Focusing is difficult, not impossible.

Day 2. Similar symptoms.

Day 3. Worse. Thoughts scattered. Clarity cannot be achieved.

Day 4. There is no way I can work today. I'm.... I'm... Ugh. Fuck.

I know it's cheap. I know it's a lot like cocaine and adderall had a baby. It's not fucking worth it. Please. Just don't do it.

Exp Year: 2013	ExpID: 101293
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 20
Published: Feb 24, 2017	Views: 3,724
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