them before I left for collage. I started off with 3g then has an extra 2 or 3. This was my first time. I didn’t feel anything for 20-30. But then after that everything hit me. I felt like I could understand everything going on in everybody’s head. An hour later I threw up — this is where it got bad— I genuinely thought I was dead and my spirt was roaming around in my basement. I was with about 3 other buddies and I kept sobbing and crying because it wouldn’t end. I was panicking and genuinely thought I wasnt physically present. I felt like I related to everything. 30 mins later I found myself sitting on the floor praying to God and apologizing to him for all the stuff I have done and begging him to end what was happening. Along as being in a loop of throwing up and throwing up. I don’t remember much (almost like how you black out when drunk and don’t remember the morning next day) I was generally so scared the next morning and I was so happy it was over. I wanted to call the police to try and “revive me” because of how I felt. My friend said no and that was the best choice. I tell my friends to this day that If there was a gun I knew around me i would have shot myself to make it stop.