I confess that I did, too.
I confess that at first I thought Mahou Shoujo Madoka Magica was a spin-off of Mahou Sensei Negima. It doesn't help that the font used in either show's logos are similar, and that Kyubey and Chamo are both white and furry.
Punish the Evil Merchant♥
I confess that I did, too.
Gee, wasn't the lack of teenage boobs, ass or any combination of the two a big enough hint? 9_9
I confess that I made my assumption based only on the name.
I confess i wrote an article for the Erowid vault, This was a past experience when i took 20 50mg prescription strength Benadryl lol D<
Age of experience: 15
Body weight: 165
Drug name: Diphenhydramine / Benadryl
This was a few years ago, But I remember that day like it was yesterday. I was 15 at the time i believe, I used to like to take random pills to see if they'd have an effect on me. Benadryl itself always made me feel a little drowsy / fast heart beat. Well, one night, me being the stupid girl I was, i thought "Hey! Why don't i take 20? It might be fun." boy was I wrong.
So, i took a handful (exactly 20 prescription strength, 50mg Benadryl) and downed them with Coke-a-Cola. I remember it took maybe about 15 minuets for them to kick in. I felt very alienated, I started to hallucinate and I remember breathing pretty hard. My eye sight itself was kinda odd, like, when your drunk, but...it was entirely different.
When I was hallucinating, i saw spiders all over my bed, and these spiders were crawling all over me, they were biting into my skin, some blood and this weird water substance leaking from my skin. I remember the bugs just relentlessly biting me, and more of this odd fluid coming out of the bites. I got up, ripped off all my sheets/pillow sheets/blanket and went downstairs and threw them onto the floor in my laundry room. I went back upstairs, feeling very paranoid, bugs still crawling on me, but not as many as before, and i fell asleep on my bed, without a pillow, and blankets. The next morning when I woke up, i found all my bed sheets on the floor in the laundry room, and inspected them. And there was NO bugs on them, and i inspected my body as well to find not bite marks.
But yeah, since that horrible experience, I have not took even 1 of those pills since that day. I don't ever plan on doing that again.
I don't know if this is what people normally experience when taking this drug, But, please...Don't take this pill to get high, As I'm sure (the person who's reading this) doesn't want to hallucinate having bugs crawling all over them, odd fluid and blood seeping from your body.
<PudPuller> "Yea bitch you like that popsicle stick, Now lick it off and read the joke on it off to me"
Another ⓍSlender ManⓍ movie?(≧◡≦)
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I confess I wrote this TL/DR crap back when I was like 15:
The Tome of Death
It’s been an eternity since my banishment.
I have forgotten what my imprisonment is for.
I look longingly into the spectral beams that hold together my place of eternal damnation.
Hoping.... wishing... For a resolution...
I wait. Wait for the blood of life.
Wait for the blood of a mortal to free me from this eternal blackness that guards me ever so closely now.
Wait.... for an answer... to this abyss...
The blood of life enters my tomb of darkness.
I feel it, drawing ever closer.
Feeding from it, as it enters my crypt.
I feel my strength start to renew as this life enters into the bowels of my eternal prison.
I yearn for it, loath the thought of not having it.
I start to grow strong enough to try to reach out for it.
I feel the mortal's life force in his blood draw ever nearer as it enters the last level of my abysmal dungeon.
I start for it, and then quickly withdraw when he enters the final chamber that imprisons me. He seems to feed me, let me become ever stronger from the blood of life in him.
I start to reach out for him, and then... I remember. I remember...
My purpose... the cause...
The cause for this eternal imprisonment.
I feel the chains and shackles around my feet seem to disappear.
I look at the mortal.
He seems to be speaking; I struggle to understand the content of his words.
Then he finishes his speech, and in an instant a large, black, shiny item erupts from the ground and rises into my hands.
I remember this artifact, this... relic. It empowered me when I was free.
I look into the mortal's eyes.
When his speech had ended, a second happening occurred.
When I looked into his eyes, I beheld a great joy.
He had not been speaking... He had been chanting. Chanting the lyrics to the spell.
With the chanting finished, he turns.
And there, behind him had appeared a great portal. He walks forward to it.
The item in my hands begins to glow an eerie color. This... Scythe, it seems, finished the spell.
The portal swirled into a great swirling oval of greenish light.
The light in the portal entices me, beckons me.
The scythe stops glowing.
The mortal turned to me, and he beckoned me forth with his outstretched hand.
And I walked towards the portal of swirling light.
I feel my strength fully restored, and I follow the mortal into the light.
Then I realize who I am.
I realize my duty.
The place we entered into was engulfed in a great light...
A light I had not seen in 8000 years.
I see in the light a huge figure approach me.
The mortal kneels down, and gestures for me to do the same.
But I did not. The... figure... approached me and held me up.
I could feel the power of thousands and thousands of years held inside those huge bright blue tentacles.
The power pulsed in those... arms... as they held me.
I could hear the figure chanting.
I could see the mortal doing the same chanting I heard him do in my prison.
Then I felt the full brunt of the power in those arms perform a spell on me so powerful I was thrown backwards many feet.
The spell seemed to have worked on my scythe as well.
I feel the power in it to be able to pull the soul of a mortal into it and keep it.
Then the mortal, standing in front of the portal he had made,
turned back to me, looked deep into my eyes, and said aloud, “Archangel Tyreneal, will you give the people of the world back their Souls now that I have given back that which we imprisoned so many years before?"
The angel said in a thousand voices, “Death shall walk again. He shall lead the Souls of the dead to their place. I shall give back the souls of the people of this world. Then the work of a many thousand years shall be finished. People shall no longer cease to be. They will be damned, or blessed. Return to the world. Tell the people that their repenting for their ultimate crime has come to an end."
The mortal turned back to the portal, and vanished.
The Archangel said to me, “Go forward Death. Bring the Souls of the Damned to Hell.
Bring the Souls of the blessed to Heaven. Your imprisonment is over. The people thought of you as the cause of death. They did not recognize your importance and duty.
A thousand years passed before the people found that I had taken their souls, and their children’s souls to an everlasting island of eternal death, life, and mourning.
The people repented from that day forward, and hoped, and prayed for the one who would enter your eternal crypt.
The one who would fight the darkness and enter your tomb.
He has come. He has set you free. Now go. Bring to heaven and hell the souls of the people who have mourned over you for seven thousand years."
I chanted a song of spells Tyreneal told me, that gave me the powers of that which I am.
I am Death. The Harvester of Souls. The Soul Reaper.
And I went forth, and I reaped the fields of souls of the dead and led them to their fate.
I then sealed all of the memories of my new life and my imprisonment into the mortal that had rescued me from my prison. I allowed him to become a book.
I made him into The Tome of Death.
ancient manuscript of The Tome of Death
I confess I'm nearing the end of a story I started writing last February... And I'm only partially satisfied with it. Oh well.
^You can always go back through it and rewrite some parts, can't you?
Just when you thought I couldn't become any more conceited.
God knows the English language needs some revision...
i learned english before i even went to school and i still think its retarded
"Be happy"are the words you say, there is no one stronger, no one can replace you.
Itspretty dumb. Take for example:
Beau (romantic partner)
sounds the same as
Bow (weapon) and bow (tie) and bow (flex/bend)
Which are spelled the same as
bow (the formal gesture of bending at the waist) and bow (the front of a ship)
Which both sound the same as
bough (a limb of a tree.
English is totally effed up, even before you get to idioms, and from there you may as well just burn the dictionary for warmth cause it's now useless.
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I confess I can't tell the difference between Yami from Love-To-Ru and Eve from Black Cat.