this is my first post so I'm sorry if I do anything wrong

anyways on to the story, this happened very recently, about a month ago as of the time of writing.

TL;DR I was just getting over a breakup with a girl I really loved and wanted to be with, she was actually one of the reasons I got into drugs in the first place. I was never one to do drugs before but when I started dating her I experimented a lot with drugs cause she was big into drugs as well. About a week after the breakup I wanted to get back into doing things I like and didn't want to be sad anymore so I decided to buy a tab of acid from a very trusted friend of mine, I was planning on taking the acid when I hung out with my friends that Friday but I was so miserable and depressed I decided to spice up my life for about 12 hours. I took the acid around 3:30 on a Tuesday night and proceeded to put on some music (the first song was of course L$D my A$AP rocky) I just sat around listening to music for the next hour after a while I got pretty hungry so I went downstairs to get some food, I grabbed a bag of lays potato chips and some Dr. Pepper, however when I started walking back upstairs I noticed the stairs would move in a wave like pattern I remember thinking "Yes it's finally happening" and got really happy and ran upstairs and blared my music. 4:50 PM the acid really started to take effect, my music would warp around me as if I had 360 headphones on, my carpet would contract into spirals and pulse back out, it would do this every time I looked down. All is fine and I'm genuinely enjoying myself sadly this feeling wouldn't last long. 5:30 PM parents get home so I lock myself in my room (this isn't my first time tripping at home so I'm not worried) I decided to get onto Snapchat to check stories, I just let them all play and I see my friends hanging out, some picture of food, normal Snapchat story things. All is well until I get to my ex's story, I forgot I didn't block her and I guess out of morbid curiosity I watched her story, it wasn't anything weird, just her smoking a bowl listening to music, this was a terrible idea I should have never watched her story, right after the story finished I turned my phone screen off and went back to my music. She was all I could think about, I started thinking about the times we tripped together and how much fun we had, I started missing her really bad, and it didn't help I was listening to a song we would listen to when we would hangout. My trip started taking a rapid downfall and my mood went from great to depressed in the span of 5 minutes. 7:00 PM things went from bad to worse, I started getting flash backs of us hanging out, I could almost see her sitting on my lap with her arms around me. I started tearing up refusing to believe she was really there (which she obviously wasn't) I stood up and went to lay on my bed, I looked at it, It was sinking into the ground, I panicked thinking I wouldn't be able to sleep without a bed so I leaned down to pull it up. All I did was send a pillow flying to the other side of my room hitting my door. I laid on my bed and looked at my ceiling trying to get my mind off her, after about 20 minutes of silence I started hearing her voice. I though maybe she called my phone so I looked at it very excitedly but to my disappointment I had no notifications. 8:00 PM I tried to text some old friends of mine in hopes of moving on from my ex, I though the best person to text was a good, old friend of mine who helped me through a lot, also my ex hated her so that's a bonus. I sent 4 messages all just one character, each one different from the last, she never replied. I laid in bed thinking about my ex for the next couple hours I felt like I was hopeless and alone and meant nothing to her, seeing her happy and enjoying herself on snap while I sat alone in my room depressed and tripping balls made me feel even worse. 11:00 PM things get really bad, I started seeing cracks in my ceiling and think to myself "fuck my dads going to kill me when he sees all the cracks" then small black dots start forming out from the cracks and covering my ceiling, then they all slowly fell off my ceiling, all at different times. I tried grabbing one, after a few unsuccessful tries I get one, I uncurl my hand to reveal the black dot, when I did however I noticed it had small legs and started moving about, I panicked thinking it was a spider and swung my hand around, after doing so for a couple seconds I look around my room to find it completely empty I try to get some sleep as I had school the next day, the rest of the night is a blur, all I remember was moving patterns and looking at my clock and seeing it read 1:12:12 (my clock doesn't tell seconds btw) by that time I force myself to close my eyes and try to sleep. oh man was this a bad idea (like all my other ideas) I started reliving my best memories with her, but something was always off, after what felt like 3 hours of this I finally figured out what was wrong, the whole time she was talking about another guy who after the breakup I found out she liked. I felt like crying but knew I shouldn't cause I was with her. My last memory was when we where tripping on shrooms, about 1 g each, we where at my friends house with a bunch of people, this was before we dated and I had a huge crush on her but she liked my friend, the one whose house we where at, knowing this I had a bad trip that night, so I was reliving a memory of a bad trip while having a bad trip. 6:00 AM the next day, I still felt the same way I did 10-11 hours ago, nothing I did that day took my mind off her.

All in all you shouldn't trip while getting over someone you just broke up with, it won't end well

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Edit: there is alot more to this story so if you want to know the rest in detail please let me know