I’m still unsure of this batch of meth. It’s obvious that it has some effect. When I woke up, I was the usual morning tired. I smoked two bowls and felt better. I was awake.
A few times today, I boosted myself again with little additional effect. Still, I felt the need to do it. I enjoyed the act of smoking and blowing clouds and it felt good. I also filmed them. That is a part of the process.
It’s all one thing. Even without the high, it has almost become second nature to fill the bong a few times a day. The thought enters my mind and I do it.
I don’t specifically feel any effects from the hit. I don’t feel like it’s a high boost.
It’s weird. I can’t explain the compulsion, but I want more. Perhaps I hope the next hit will elevate me.
Let me try again now.