Illegal Substances

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Until this day...i have no idea why i started using drugs..i grew up in a good home, had everything i ever wanted, was a cheerleader, and got great grades. That is probably the worst part about my sotry..me not having an excuse as easy as i had a bad child hood. Things started going down hill my eighth grade summer and this was the year i was introduced to cocaine abd opened up the door to addiction which would spirl my life out of control for the next four years. This was the year when i was sent to my first rehab for forty five days, but i had not hit my bottom yet and started smoking crack when i was released. This soon led to banging cocaine and that soon landed to me in another rehab, only this one was for eleven months. Who would have thought that i would not have been ready yet? Two weeks after i got out (i was then 16) i had already started in on banging heroin. This was my downfall. After stealing 3600 dollars from my parents for a binge week, overdosing 9 times in 6 months, detoxing 4 times and landing in SEF for two months, i was finally ready to make a change. I am now seventeen, already attending college and have a great paying job. I thought that i was going to shoot up heroin for the rest of my life at one point and the worst part was that i was perfectly content with that. Somewhere something changed though and i know that if i can do it..anyone can..so for anyone reading this with addiction problems...it wont always be that hard...i promise
 
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Hi, my name is Johnathan, And it started with my first joint, it felt good, and i didnt feel like i was dying from drug abuse, like they all told me it would happen, this was when i was 12, after a few months, i got into cocaine, and i thought no big deal, but, that year on my birthday, i had just got a $400 bicycle, went on a ride, and sold it for $250 at a pawn shop, and told my parents it was stolen and they told the police, i didnt care, in the mean time, the money i got from selling the bike, and the birthday money from my grand parents went to Marijuana, Cocaine, and my first Hydrocodone, im 14 now and am out of marijuana and cocaine, but i cant just stop the hydrocodone use, ive almost overdosed twice on liquid hydro, i know im killing myself, but i cant stop, and im telling you this, to try and protect all that may read this if it gets posted. Im telling my school guidance counseler, and im admitting myself to rehab. I hope none of you make these same mistakes, and drugs ARE what they tell you in school, please listen.
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Hi, my name is Naomi and I have done drugs from the time I was 13. I am now 16 and I have been clean for 11 months. But before I stopped drugs I was wild. I went on the run like 4 times and every time did drugs. My main drugs were Meth and Weed. Although I did every drug, I always had meth and weed. I started weed when I was 13 then moved on to meth. I was hooked the first time I did both. I did not know I was hooked until it was too late and I was in jail for the third time and going to rehab. It sucked, but after 34 days in jail 30 days in rehab I learned drugs are a waste of time. Now that I have have told you a little of my life hopefully I help someone make a better choice then I did.
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"I started drinking and smoking marijuana when I was ten years old and now I'm fifteen years old. I'd go into my parents liquor cabinet and have parties and invite my friends over whenever my parents were out-of-town. We would see how much we could drink before we did something silly. My best friend Susan was 18 years old. One night, we decided to drive to the mall and hang out. Susan was the only one with a drivers license. That night Susan seemed kind of out-of-it, and I know I shouldn't have gotten into the car with her, but I didn't want to show that I was scared or chicken to drive with her. I never knew that Susan had been arrested before for drunk driving. She was my best friend but she never told me that. Anyway, that night on the way to the mall, we had the radio blasting and we never heard the oncoming fire engine. I can't remember exactly what happened, but I ended up in the hospital for 3 months with a broken pelvis and punctured lung. My best friend Susan died at the scene. I went through drug rehabilitation and I'm okay today. But I will never forget what happened and I'll never party with drugs or alcohol again and I'll never drive with anyone who drinks and uses DRUGS!"