The Bad Trip

[Pieces99]

In my first year of college, there was never a day when I didn't hate myself. But I survived because of my best friend (my only true friend). I used to smoke everyday, drink occasionally and sometimes smoked up. I was on my anti-depressants too. So this story is about the bad trips I had when I smoke up. For my friends I was like doing all good, bunking classes and enjoying my days. But the truth would be that I was running away from myself. I was studying a course which I didn't even knew the full form of, so bunking the classes made more sense to me.

Initially I was having fun being high, felt so carefree and didn't give shit to anyone, not even to my parents.

On my 18th birthday, at 2:30 am, three of us were smoking up and after the hit, I began to see trees or branches as persons, all starring at me. Once you start laughing, you never stop but my hands were out of the control of the brain and were moving aggressively. It was so weird, I just couldn't stop them. I thought I should stop consuming but it was my first bad trip so I was least bothered about it.

Once my friend had a house party and we drank and smoked up. After immersing into these things, I again experienced bad trip. This time I was lying down, same aggressive movements of the hands, eyes were closed and I felt like I was falling from a cliff and kept falling ( kinda like a seizure but in a very odd way) . I was murmurring to my friends " I hate you guys, you knew I had problems, why did you let me drink and blah blah ". It was all unintentional but in the end I kinda spoiled the mood of the group.

So I left hard partying (especially joint) because the experiences were worst than the nightmare.

Thanks for reading and share your bad trips if you want.