Speak Up

I started when i was really young. I got into it with my best friend.I always loved drugs and escaping from my problems(at the time i was going through my parents divorcing and my mom abandoning me to go move to texas with her new boy friend that she left my dad for) . We were invited to go hang out With our friend Lantz and his aunt whose an adult,he said he had some "New Shit" for us to smoke. We went over and ended up smoking Meth. I didnt know at the time you could smoke meth, i thought you could only shoot it up. After i found what I was smoking I didnt care, I felt on top of the world, and i could escape from thinking about my problems. But its all an illusion,the first time you smoke is the best high you will get, through your addiction..youll just end up chasing it and miserably failing. Months went by and i went from 138lbs to 96lbs..I had an eating disorder before i started so the feeling of not eating helped. My closest friends found out. They tried to help but they knew there was nothing they could do.We always used to say, " cant help those who dont want to be helped". My mom knew for a long time and didnt do anything to stop me..My dad tried but i just stopped coming home, dropped out of high school, and just partied and smoked meth from awhile. I ended up living with my best friend and her Nana who let us do whatever we wanted. We gave our dealers good buisness, in return they gave us insane amounts of dope...All of them were over the age of 21..My best friend sold herself for Meth..She never admitted to it but i found out..I still had enough respect for myself to never sell myself. Years went by..Me and my friend werent as close as we used to be. We were stealing drugs and money from eachother.hanging out with weird peopl just to get high.Fighting physically and verbally all the time. I remember coming down off of dope. your body felt so heavy. i caught myself picking my skin and thinking i was so ugly when i wasnt high...Crying because the one thing that makes you happy isnt there anymore.My friend spent 8 hours picking through my carpet with tweezers looking for shards.Theres so much tention in your body, so much hate for everything and everyone around you. My dad told me i looked like a demon and thats how he knew when i was high cause my eyes had no color in them. After my so called"friends" screwed me over. I left and went to texas, Came back and got hooked again..I took me 2 times of leaving to finally say im done. I'm 16 now and i am proud to say i am almost a year sober and still counting. Ive been in situations where people have tried to get me to smoke. I said no. Changed all my friends,went back to school, got a job, permit, and happier then every. Please read my story and dont even try it once. I thought i was cool and could try it once and not get hooked..The Monster grabbed a hold of me before i even knew it.Its not a pretty game to get into...I was on facebook and this link randomly popped up, i never would have thought i would be speaking up against Meth. But in all honestly it made me stronger and the person I am today! I still have big dreams and goals im going to persue!