
As you grow up you handle the drugs better and you know what work for you and what doesn't. One day, when I was a teen, I smoked a hashich joint at night and started to roam near where I live. Everything was fine and I was alone. I decided to sit so when I did I checked a car near me and I WAS SURE SOMEONE WAS THERE then when I looked back, none was there. This is where I fucked. My mind went like " what the fuck? someone was in this car just a few seconds ago, I saw him and now he is not there, no way he left the car" then I started to freak out
I thought that maybe a walk to somewhere else will help. I did but it didn't help. I started to freak out, my heart was beating like crazy, I'm scared then my mind started with a train of thoughts I couldn't control. Shit went so bad and I said that's maybe is time to come back home but no, I couldn't come back home because my parents will know about it. I thought they'll just know it and I'll get more troubles so I decided to stay where I am for a bit.
I remember I went to a street and it was closed and coming back because I saw it doesn't get nowhere and just a wall was there at the end. As I was coming back the street security told me " You didn't hear me? I was calling you to tell you the path is closed at the end" I said " No I didn't hear you. You called many times?" he said " Yes I did" and I know I was just a fucking lost case and it's maybe time to never touch the haschish again.
Anyway, I came back at home when straight to my room and tried to relax. I felt like safe and calmed down a bit and decided to jerk off to porn. My heart was beating like fuck and looking at the porn felt so great like I never experienced before. After that, I completely came down and felt like I really escaped some shit. It was my first bad trip.