I liked those terrible symptoms in a way of kinkiness that no one would understand. I kept taking those disgraced pills. I vomitted 4 times a day. I wasn't scared yet. Later on, after I quit for a several days and stole another pack of diet pills, I read a book that contained all the information about taking drugs and the risks they bring.
Diet pills are scary things.
I wouldn't have been so scared if my symptoms weren't heavy enough, but I was in a bad, BAD condition, I have to admit. So, I never take those again. It was just plain stupid activity without knowledge. Danielle me and my friend used to test our endureance by pushing each other around in my rickety old wagon until one or the other couldn't breathe due to wheezing. Red in the face and dying for a deep breathe of oxygen we would switch places and do it all over again.