My parents got a divorce and I moved with my mom from a huge house to a small apartment complex. I used to get locked out every night and the neighbor would try to help me get back in my apartment.

I used to wonder: Is it my fault I’m out here in the cold without food and no mom or dad? My mom then found a boyfriend and I was always home alone. I would always go hang out with friends and play the choking game or do inhalants. I never knew it was bad. I never knew I was getting high but I was. My mom and I moved back and forth from our aparment to her boyfriend’s place a lot. I missed a lot of school.

My mom was going in and out of jail. In the 7th grade I moved down to Albuquerque – I went through the year with pure Fs and 0s in every class. Then in the 8th grade, I started smoking weed. I used to go to school really late and high – I couldn’t focus but I thought: Whatever I was having fun, right? Then I started popping pills. I used to take like 7 oxycotins a day and 3 weed pills. I kept my grades up but I was misserable. Now I’m in the 9th grade I go out every night and drink til 4 in the mmorning on a school night.

I get caught with drugs and I don’t wanna live this life anymore I try to stop but I can’t.

I just keep getting lured in.