my first e experience was a blur of vomit, not being able to think of anything but the awesome waves that were overwhelming me (but causing me to vomit over and over again) and then a dreamy, video-game-like taxi ride home.
my 2nd time though, was kinda like urs. i felt the come up, but instead of agreeing with it, going with the flow, and enjoying it, i went against it. i freaked out. i was around people i didnt know and didnt trust, and they were all used to drugs whereas i wasnt at all, (grew up in totally different environment where drugs werent around) so i felt like a fool as well. i was freezing,(we were outdoors and i was in a skimpy outfit in crappy weather) and paranoid. all i wanted to do was go to a familiar, warm environment with just my boyfriend and I, and another mate of ours that I’ve known for years, and doesn’t even do drugs. my boyfriends friends kept coming up to me during my little freak out to check that i was okay but i kept telling them id rather be left alone – made me seem like a bitch but i was freaking out, trusted nobody and wanted to get the hell out of there.
