Many cocaine addicts will build up an unwanted tolerance, whereby the 'high' that they desperately need from using this drug can no longer be attained and the pleasurable feeling that they once experienced when they first used cocaine is now long gone. Instead, they become stressed, short-tempered and unsettled, together with becoming paranoid!
It's not uncommon that when addicted to cocaine, the user will need to consume it excessively by repeatedly using more and more. This brings on acute paranoia together with the cocaine abuser usually becoming disassociated from reality (as I can definitely relate to from my real-life experience of using cocaine) and even hallucinate. I was so bad after a 3-day coke session that I saw my slippers as 'cats' chasing each other going around in circles on the carpet in front of me. Yet I didn’t have any cats! I saw what appeared to be small reptiles running up the walls in my peripheral vision but when I turned my head - they weren't there.
I saw thick mist all around me and saw these huge dragonfly-looking insects with fat bodies flying all about me and some landing on my arms. I was slapping them thinking that I was squashing them as they ran up my arms but they didn't exist. I couldn't even remember who I was or what my name was. I had no idea where I was either and eventually conked out for a while. It was a horrid and terrifying experience and one that I'll never forget. I literally thought I'd gone to hell!
I got so bad that I could always hear whispering. Sometimes these voices were speaking a foreign language. I didn't know what language they were talking in but the weird thing was, that I could partly understand some of what they were saying. It got so bad that I believed that I was being watched all the time. The thing that I need to emphasise, is that even though I haven't done cocaine for 10 years - my paranoia still exists today but not anywhere as acute as it did then. I was always waiting and expecting the door to get kicked in by the police.
My gluttony for cocaine was such that I would use a teaspoon full of Charlie and whack that up my nose without even crushing it. There would be small rocks of Charlie all over the floor. A line of coke would never satisfy me - it had to be the equivalent of a gram in order to even have an effect. I would smoke one cigarette after another. There were many times that I thought my heart was going to explode right out from my chest. I could hear it like a drum and see my chest pushing out as my heart was banging away. as There were countless times where I just couldn't get my breath. Yet all the while, these frightening experiences weren’t enough to make me quit at the time.
To this day, I will never know how I managed to not have a heart attack but without any doubt whatsoever, I do know for sure, that that my current state of health issues are directly due to my long-term cocaine addiction.
I include some of these personal experiences and memories purely to let you know that cocaine is without doubt - the Devil’s dandruff. Like I have stated so many times throughout this website, that I have never known a good ending from anyone that got involved with this poison. Out of all my old coke buddies, I am the only one that I ever knew to quit cocaine - except for the many pals I had that died through cocaine abuse.
If you are anything like I was and like to be generous with cocaine, then all you'll find are parasites instead of real friends. You'll have so many fair-weather friends that they'll be coming out of the woodwork. And when you run out of coke - these fly-by-night friends of yours will be gone as well!
So whether you use cocaine hydrochloride (powder-form) or crack cocaine (rock crystal form) - you'll wish you had never gone near it! Please take heed of my words. This is a plague that will ruin your life and hurt all those closest to you.
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