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RE: An unrealistic recovery, part 1: Coming to terms with the jerkass that I was.

in #introduceyourself8 years ago

Almost entirely closed eye. It was as if I couldn't close my eyes for fear of being held hostage by my imagination; I would give in just for a second and it would turn out that it had been an hour since I last spoke or opened my eyes or did anything.

At lower doses it was fractals, at higher doses the hallucinations stopped having anything I would call meaning. Things melted alot.

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Is the bodyload as bad as they say?

I actually never had any problems with that, but it could have been the E or meth.