Speak Up

It all started one day at a friends house, I sat in my friends bedroom after a guy broke my heart, I decided to go to the bathroom to make sure I didn't look like a crying mess, when i walked it, about 6 of my friends were sitting in a circle on the tile floor. They didn't want me to sit with them at first but then they agreed that it was fine, they were passing around a pipe and it went all the way around until it got to me, everyone of them looked at me and they asked if i wanted to try it and some of them begged me not too, but i was just so sad that i decided why not. Maybe it would make me happier. I didn't know what i was in for, I was only 14. I have never experienced such a rush before, meth from that point on was my main priority in life, i stole money from my parents, didn't sleep or eat for days and days, it made my face break out, and i would constantly rock back and forth on it and couldn't stop talking. I did it for 12 months straight, it made me bitter, it ruined my ability to feel happy. I'm currently 6 months clean but i think of it every. single. day. But i will never touch ice again, it would surely ruin me again.