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okok, so, i met this guy on snapchat, we’ll call him Moose. he’s white, 6’3 (i’m 5’3 for reference), TATTED and he’s got that hung smile. he’s been sliding up on my stories, but for some reason i didn’t see them up until his like 3rd reply. THANK GOD! we start talking, and eventually we discover we both do HELLA drugs. we’re talking and talking, we hang out once. i go home, yadda yadda. a week or so goes by, he asks me what i’m doing for the fourth of july. now, i did have plans to go to my friends family party. however, i want this man so badly. and i lowkey wanted the drugs more than i wanted pruney skin from swimming. he says, “i’ll pick you up the third, you’ll stay the night, next day we’ll go to my cousins for the party.” HOLLLYYYYY shit! i’m being introduced to the family! fine by me. i get picked up, we’re chillin for a minute, do a few bumps of blow when his uncle and cousin text him talking about some “bring shorty over here.” so we go.

this is where it gets silly. we start the night, me, Moose, uncle and cousin. sitting around, watching rave videos and on the second monitor is some sports. don’t ask me which ones. just know that it was sports. we’re doing bumps of kitty and blow, until cousin starts to bring out the shrooms. my mouth is so numb and filled w the taste of the drip, i just start popping that shit like candy. we all start to trip a little, and all of a sudden i remember! cuzzo said he had molly. and ofc, i ask Moose to ask for me. “can i have some molly?”

and that’s when we all got SUPER fucked up.

i don’t even remember much besides the visuals, and how i felt like i was going inside of myself. like flipping myself inside out. it felt so good. i do remember cigarettes just appearing in my lap, and being giggly when cousin got a serious phone call we were all tripping balls during. it was their dealer i think talking about some “we gotta get clean, the feds,” smthn smthn. i couldn’t tell you what it was about, i was in my own world all night. i burnt a hole in my hoodie with a cigarette, didnt know until yesterday. everything looked like a painting, and i couldn’t help but flow with the music.

the comedown however was terrible. and that’s all i have rn cus i’m tired of typing. picture below is what my eyes looked like on the comedown. you couldn’t have paid me to have looked at my phone that night. yes i always look this scared LOL