Well one day, I was at my grandma’s house and I want to try k12.
I had never done it before, so I was curious to see it was like.
So I tried it.
I got it from my cousin’s car and rolled it up, but I wanted a little bit before I smoked it.
When I did it, I started getting dizzy, so I went and lay down to see if that would help.
But it didn’t – it just made it worse.
Then I heard my grandma calling me, so I got up to see what she wanted.
By that time, I had thrown up everywhere.
I did not know what to do!
Next thing I know, I’m standing over the kitchen sink full of throw up and I hear my grandma asking me if I am OK, but I couldn’t tell her because every five seconds I was throwing up and then blacking out and waking up in throw up.
My grandma is trying to help me, but I can’t move – I felt like I was going to die.
I keep saying “it’s too late, the devil has me!” and asking God to forgive me and saying,
“God don’t let him take me! I don’t want to go to hell! Lord, save me!”
I was in hell for like five hours straight… the whole room was spinning. and I was positive I was going to die.
My grandma was asking me what happened. I said that I smoked k12, and now the devil was coming for me and that he is going to take me – I’m going to hell.
So finally, I calm down some and then my cousin shows up.
I was freaking out again, so my grandpa took me outside.
I was still asking God for help.
I was losing it – every one was asking me if I was OK.
My grandparents told them that I was just sick because I ate too much, but I think my cousin knew what I did because he gave ‘the look’.
I said to myself, ahh shit, I would have died if my grandparents weren’t there to help me through it.
I’m 16 years old, and I’ll never do it again, ever.
So if you ever get curious like I did – don’t do it!
it’s the worst feeling in the world.
So don’t try it, no matter what