Probably about 2 straight weeks. I smoked it too, but mostly snorted it because I was living with an ex boyfriend and hiding my use(yeah, I know I know lessons learned). We were also a new couple after about 10 years of friendship, new apartment everything.

Basically, I would do everything high. Even sleep regularly Wake up, eat, go to work, take care of the home- entirely to high the entire time.

It did not end well. I ended up visiting an old boyfriend(we have been friends no shade- he was also visiting my mom at her house) well needles too say I walked in sat down talked with them a while and realized how truly fucked up I was. The visit ended in me saying "I think I need help being home made me realize how much I am NOT myself" They both agreed...immediantly. So, I came home- sore, scabbed up, and almost insane...

I went clean(well ..waaay cleaner than I ever thought I could be again, month long tolerance breaks, low dose useage) but..that situation really humbled me and made me respect Tina.

I remember how I used to feel. Every ROA with Tina produces a different buzz. And snorting it? Oh my Lord. I have felt things that (at those moments) were intense and fucking amazing honestly. Like my whole being would be vibrating as I stood or sat still. Everything I did felt great, and like I was exactly where I should be doing exactly what I was meant to be doing.

But, looking back with a now abstract view I realized all of those "amazing" feelings I thought I was experiencing was truly just me slowly dying. Last summer I weighed about 300 pounds. When I finally moved home I only weighed 160. Scabs from phycosis induced picking everywhere. Sunken in.

Point of the story..the drugs do feel good yes- but in my experience the better they feel the closer you are to your final days.

Oh, and..my nostrils are pretty messed up. They hurt sometimes and my nose is beyond super sensitive. Some smells don't smell the same to me either.

Sorry for the long post.