When I was 12 and 13 I used to cut myself and was anorexic for a little. When I was 14 I started drinking and smoking cigarettes and weed. And I had sex for the first time right before I turned 15.
When I was 15 I got all new friends, based on my drug use. I only left my house to get high. I quit guitar, cheer, dance, gymnastics, and piano, which I have been doing for most of my life.
Drugs were my new life, it was all I cared about. I wasn’t happy unless I was out partying or high. I did cocaine, ecstacy, and heroin. Cocaine took over my life for a little, when I started getting it for free. I’d do it in school all the time, in the bathroom, in the auditorium during assemblies.
I don’t remember the last day of school, due to doing way too much heroin the day before. I always had to be high. I’m 15. This is still my life and this is probably how I will be the rest of my life. Drugs is my first priority. But it makes me isolate myself sometimes. All my friends are worried about me, and I don’t have any close friends that don’t do drugs. I got all my friends into drugs.
Maybe it was because I didn’t want to face my problem alone. I’m the bad example, the one pressuring everyone. No one ever pressured me. I looked for all these drugs on my own. I get in trouble with my parents a lot, they are very strict but very much in denial about EVERYTHING about me.
All I want is to be happy. I’m not happy unless I’m high. How can I be happy again without drugs? I dont think there’s a way…
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