I o.d. yesterday, and it wasn't too pleasant. It all came up a few hours later. I basically spent 2 hours drifting in and out of consciousness while puking my brains out. Fun, fun. I did it on impulse, but I had been planning this attempt for a while. THat's why I bought all the necessary things and researched info, ect. Normally it takes 72 hours to die with it in my system, but since i couldn't keep it down, thus i am still living. Fark. I told a friend today, and they were surprised that I acted like nothing was wrong the night before (i had seen her after o.d.). I don't mean to hurt my friends, but why should I have to suffer in order for everyone else to be happy and not mourn?