Also erection failure. And failure to even notice sexy people are sexy. And failure to give a fuck about anything. And general roboticness. No happy, no sad. Just a gray area slightly better than wanting to kill yourself all the time. Eventually I decided that not feeling anything for the rest of my life was worse than the possibility of killing myself, so I stopped.
I also stopped because at the time I thought I had a chance to try ecstasy, but I’d already tried it while taking prozac, got nothing, and discovered that prozac has a higher binding affinity to Seratonin reuptake receptors than MDMA, so it’s generally the same type of deal as injecting someone with naloxone then heroin. Nothing happens.
