The day I found out my ex was pregnant with my son I had to drive across the state off like 2 hours of sleep. I went to a gas station and got a coffee and a pack of yellow jackets. I just took them all, assuming it was like one serving or whatever. Turns out you were supposed to take one and I took 6. I was up that whole night having crazy panic attack shit. I was very close to going to the er to get my stomach pumped or something.
and thats why i hate uppers. i dont like anything that makes my heart beat to the point where i cant breathe