I'm posting this to let people know how horrible a bad trip can be, on cannabis. Don't make the same mistake I did...

It was about 2pm in the school holidays, I had gone to my friend's house with the intention of doing marijuana, his parents were out. I had tried weed before a few times, and to no effect. And the experience I had that day changed me forever and I must say I have learned my lesson. I urge you all not to smoke weed, a bad trip is devestating.

Me and my two friends went down to the bottom garden of the house out onto the grass. We began the session. I thought that because it didn't do anything last time, that if I smoked a ridiculous amount, it might just do something.

Boy, was I right. Within 15 minutes I was crying and shaking panting: 'caca, no no please make it stop' over and over. The world no longer had individual sounds; it was all put together into a non sensicle blur of audio. My friends were freaking out, they were talking to me. Then all of a sudden the dissapeared and their speech echoed for what seemed like forever.

I then realised that they hadn't dissapeared; they had just moved and I had skipped time. I jumped like a startled cat with a sharp yelp of absoloute terror. I kept forgetting who I was, and where I was. I felt like a copy of me was controlling my body & that I was trapped forever inside my skull.

I skipped time every few seconds, screaming frantically with each one. It was like the world had frozen, then suddenly it would unfreeze with all the sound rushing in its wake.

I ran from my friends, up back to the house, to the garden hose. I completely drenched myself in an attempt to drown out the thc. It was unbearable.

I sat crying on my friend's concrete steps outside rocking back and forth. Then I fell through the floor, performing somersaults over and over at an unbelievable speed, I felt the wind on me and I fell faster and faster further away from my body which I could never get back to again.

I opened my eyes, and screamed harder than I ever have before, I thought I was dead, weeping profusely into my arms trying to shield myself. I then threw up until I gagged with emptyness.

I wanted to kill myself, to end it. Luckily I decided that it wasn't worth it, not quite. I kept telling myself "it'll be over soon". I've never ever considered suicide before, it scared me also.

... After what seemed like weeks, it finally wore off.
Days after that experience, I still had flash backs that made me jump. Please.. If you, the reader, are reading this and are thinking of experimenting with marijuana, I beg you not to.

Sorry this was so long, but i've learned my lesson.
Say no to marijuana.