So warped tour was coming up, for those that dont know what that is, its like a huge music festival with awesome bands that everyone just cant wait to see. I wanted to see Asking alexandria, the word alive etc... So i had it all planned, i was a drug addict, i just didnt care about anything except having the best trip ever. i felt invicable, im not new to coricidin. learned all about it in senoir health about how dangerous it is and since then i just didnt want to stay away from it. it was my cope from everyday boring reality or "love" issues. i do that stuff like 3 times a week, starting with nyquil moved up to robotissin then found that winner coricidin.i hated drinking that shit but the tiny little pills just go down soo easy along with the fact there 3x more dxm in it than nyquil or robotissin. soo now on with the trip story, i couldnt wait for warped tour. i wanted to trip balls when i was there. lose myself in this crazy land of music and bands and other people tripping or just enjoying the music. so i went to cvs just walked right in, brought my bag put 7 boxes of coricidin and walked right out. weeks later arrested by getting caught on camera but thats off topic. so i get home and i wanted to make sure id be ready for it, it was like a month since i was able to get my hands on it after getting kicked out of cvs for suspicion of stealing it before. so as soon as i got home i took 2 boxes of that stuff 32 pills for those who dont know. my friend morgan comes in while im taking the pills, she wants me to come outside but im like hell no im gonna stay in here, lol. but she left and as soon as 50 mins passed and i was just starting to feel it i told her she should come hangout with me, she comes in and i start feeling it, nothing really new to me. distorted vision, feels like the rooms doing 360's around me, we play some rockband, i played drums hooked up my mic stand and started.next thing i know the songs already over, after what felt like the song went on for 10 minutes. the music goes so fast yet it goes by so slow. i love music and when im tripping it just hits me so emotionally. i feel lost in it. i just love it. after a half an hour we go and watch a movie. still some old stuff just distorted vision etc... so its like 9 now, been tripping for 2 hours. i usually trip for 2 days on 32 pills then feel it on and off the 3rd. so nothing really exciting happens. i just stay up all night to high to sleep just played video games listened to music enjoying life. But now is when things really happen. 7 in the morning by friend kelseys txts me saying she cant give me a ride to warped tour anymore. a fucking day before it starts. WHO THE FUCK ditched there friend a day before something. i was so mad and including the fact i was tripping, i told her that she and my 2 best friends could go fuck themselves. i thought i had friends who accepted me for the drug addict everyone knew i was. i told them they can go have fun cause i dont need them, i have everything i need.After a few moments of pondering my thoughts of anger and feeling of betrayal kelsey texts me, saying she didnt ditch me, she said her mom didnt want her driving to warped tour with me cause i was a drug addict and i was just gonna get her high or something while she was driving. i never push drugs on people, i love them but i tell everyone exactly how much it ruins ur life. thats when i realized my lifes going down hill i decided i give up. im gonna have one last trip. lets see just how much everyone really cares when im died. so i went over to my bag and took out a box. i took 16 more pills, went to go lay back down and a minute later started getting angry again how im gonna miss those bands at warped tour. i got up got another box, and chugged down the pills with some water. now i have 64 pills in my system. about an hour later of not much i realized, wth is going on what is going on!! i turtled up naked in my bed and i fall backwards. i feel inside my bed. im falling down into this black darkness watching the hands and faces watching and grabbing me. hands are grabbing me and the faces are whispering in my ears. i couldnt understand them though. so many faces whispering at once. the only thing i could make out was "what were their names"I was lost, i wasnt scared nor was i mad or happy. i was totally calm about everything. i couldnt feel any emotion for anything. i found myself sitting in some dirty rotted away bathroom sitting in a tub naked watching myself. the tub was full of rust and this black liquid. i pulled myself back to reality. not for long, enough to see that what ive gotten myself into will probably be the death of me. i kept telling myself i have to be strong. i cant lose my life to these pills. it was my intent before but i wouldnt let myself be taken so easily like this. i feel back into my bed again. this time was different. i wasnt in the darkness. i was in a mental hospital. it looked just like jones hill. a mental hospital ive spent months in for stupid emotional reasons. so many familar faces.. no matter how much i wanted to get out of that stupid place that place was a big part of my life. it felt like i was just swimming through my thoughts and they were being brought to life. i dont remember everything in my trip there. i felt like i was in that place for two years. i remember they but me in a stray jacket and i was going nuts in the padded room.Let me tell everyone now that everything that happened when i would fall inside my bed i saw myself in 3rd person view and not 1st person. i couldnt control me,i would just sit back and watch. i was screaming pacing rolling around banging my head shaking it back and forth repeatdly really fast. i pulled back to reality once more. i could barely even comprehend the fact that things like this shouldnt be happening. i just kept thinking about woah what happened. for the third but not last time i was pulled back into my bed. i found myself on a bridge. with 2 people. "i will not let u have his soul satan." i realized am i really on a bridge with god and the devil? i was standing behind god while they were talking to eachother. i realized ever since my gf broke up with my i was stuck in such a depression. i blamed myself andd hated myself so much for why we broke up. i finally found someone i felt a love for. i never thought id find someone i would love as much as my first love. i looked for everyway to get her back, i begged. i lied. i acted grown up, mature, like i changedd. none of it worked. i couldnt get her out of my fucking head. so i stayed up till probably 4 in the morning researching everything and anything about satan. for 2 weeks i did this each night. everything they told me in satan websites was like a ray of hope. maybe i could get rid of the pain in my stomoch. feel better again.i couldnt take crying one more time feeling like less of a man. i looked at myself, im supposed to be the man whore. the one that cheats on girls breaks their hearts does drugs and gets arrested in school for smoking pot right in class just to show off or fight the school cop and end up making him look stupid for the fact that i actually beat him and has to call assistance. before my ego was disguestingly big, after she left, i was just disguesting myself in general. i kept thinking of all of this zoneing in and out of god and satans conversation. i remember my last chance i used to get her back. i offered my soul to satan. i did the ritual i wrote my name in blood and burned the paper.. what scared me what inspired me was ha my smoke detector was broken its not supposed to go off yet it did. so did the ones all the way upstairs when i was in the basement. like man it weirded me out. i had the feeling after that i was being watched, maybe it was all just in my head and really nothing was going on, but i felt like i was being stalked and watch. i couldnt close my eyes in front of a mirror for weaks being afraid of what i might see or could happen in front of a mirror, since a mirror is like a "portal". but all that i just told u ran through my head as i zoned out on god and satans conversation. i snapped out of it when they drew swords flied towards eachother and clashed, i saw a bright light and i came back to reality. i felt enlightened, i was raised up catholic and always believed in god.like i really dont care if people dont believe or believe in something else. i mean ya know, i do my thing u do yours. i sat their laying down just staring at nothing. i started thinking, i started crying. i thought about robots, i felt like a robot. when i moved i felt like my joints in my muscles were moving like a mechanied robots arm along with my legs or any other part. i had no emotion towards any of this. just memories. my crying didnt bother me in anyway, it was just coming out. thought about how sad it must be. for a robot to have all these memories but no emotion towards them. i took my finger to my eye and realized that what was coming out was blood. i thought, obviously i took to much and i was gonna die. i sat back and accepted it. ive had the feeling like i was already dead before from recent trips but these was more unbeliable. i remembered ur not supposed to see anything like visions or hallucinations unless ur close to the point of dying. i really dont know people think they can take this stuff like robotissin and automatically hullucinate. like come on man be smarted than that and do your research. atlest drug and alchol counselling was good for something. i feel into my bed again. finally for the last time. i found myself in jail. i must of been really worried about getting caught and going to jail since im already on probabtion for 2 different things. one more time im done for.not much happened i was just interagated. He looked at me while i was hand cuffed sitting on a chair. he kicked the chair over and my face feel and hit the ground. he grabbed my head, and asked me who they were atleast 4 times. i didnt say anything. i snapped out of it. i was finally back into reality. but the fun wasnt really over. i was done with seeing things, but i heard alot of voices whipsering in my head. i listened closely to understand but just got whisspissahhshhis. but i guess thats when happens when everyone whispers at once.Well thats my trip story. i felt it for 8 days still after that 4 days after it was just on and off nothing really. soon after i went to drug and alchol and told my counceller. what was supposed to be consential she made me go straight to the emergance room to make sure i was alright and had them test me. ever since that trip my life turned around quite a bit. I finnaly got that pain of my ex out of my stomoch, i was happy for once to be alive. i felt like i was givin a second chance. i went to my necklace with the cross on it and held it. i felt like i owed it to him for the fact i was still alive and i got another chance at life. truely i wish i could show everyone this to really appreciate life for what it is. but i dont want anyone dying from how dangerous stuff like this is to. i still robotrip everynow and then but i got it under control and use it for a push in the right direction when i start getting down. i only do 2 boxes for sure, even though i wish i could have a expiernce like this again. i guess it was time for me to grow up, and treat girls the way they should be treated and realize im not gonna get anywhere trying to be that bad ass kid all the kids just want to talk about. when they grow up they wont remember me, but when i grow up if i kept getting worse. ill just end up a loser. well sry this is such a long story, but to those who read it all the way throughwooot. well any questions about something just message me, im here for those who need someone even if i dont know ya.