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The First Time Adderall Made Me Schizophrenic
The room began to shake, Decorative purple lights strung around the ceiling flickered and brightened along with the electrical earthquake appearing before my eyes. Concussive buzzing sounds crept into my cochlear like locust through a prairie. Putrid saffron fumes reeking of sulfuric toxins seemed to boil beneath my nose. As my senses became overloaded by a cacophony of unknown stimuli, my heart seemed to beg for rescue from my chest. I looked up into the lights and saw it crawling along the wall: a fist-sized, fat winged insect singing truth for my ears. I leapt into a sprint for the door to escape from what the bug might be capable of. While panting outside the door of my college suite, I was watched by the sides of passerbyes’ eyes. As the audience disappeared down the stairs, their whispers became the radio in my head. Fearing judges more than bugs, I returned to the common room of my suite and searched for the invasive insect. Nothing. Anywhere. It must have escaped or remained hiding in the walls. Waiting for me to forget to expect it. Until then, I would.
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