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Growing up I never thought that I would become a drug addict. I grew up in a wonderful home, and raised by a great family. That all changed when I started my first year of high school.

As a freshman, I began to meet new people. Started to hang out with a new crowd. All these guys were older than me, and one day I was offered to smoke marijuana. Now, do not get me wrong - I have nothing against marijuana. I accepted the offer and smoked my first blunt. I enjoyed the high and continued to smoke pot for months. I then started to get bored of the same high. This opened a new chapter in my life.

Second semester of my freshman year I started researching pills. I took a look in my families medicine cabnet and found Tramodol. I stole 5 from the bottle and took them, the feeling was great, so I thought. That is when a yoke clicked around my neck and would hold a burden on my shoulders for a few years. 5 turned into 10, 20, 30 a day. I suffered multiple seizures and have overdosed numerous of times on vicoden, tramodol, and morphine.

Sophomore year I was a school flunking, pill junkey. I lost all my old friends, even the new ones that got me to smoke pot. I was in to deep they said, and didn't want to be around that. By the time I was 16, I have already done marijuana, pills and even meth. My whole life started to fall apart and I met someone new, he was and still is a great friend of mine. He noticed my problem, I couldn't eat without throwing up, I would steal to get money to support my addiction. He finally told my mom. That was the best/saddest day of my life.

Junior year I was sober (most of the time), but I started to drink and when I say drink I mean I was always drunk. School, church, whereever I was I was drunk. My friend started to notice again that I had another problem and once again told my mom. Second semester of my junior year I was fully sober, started talking to Army recruiters and later swore in to the US Army. I went off to basic training at Ft. Benning, GA. but that took a turn when I severly broke my knee and got sent home on medical leave, and then later discharged (last week.) I came home and had knee surgery and as all of you know they prescribe pain medicine. I relapsed, but this time hid it from everyone. I was so tired of disappointing people. I was into deep again. When I turned 18 I decided to try cocaine. I was an everyday coke addict at the age 18, sad to say but true. Around Christmas I quit doing cocaine everyday. The withdrawals were so bad I started to do it once a week on Saturdays and to this day I still do and I am out of high school now. Drugs ruined my life but I continue to get better all the time.

I am writing this basically as a message to the younger ones who are still in high school or about to be in high school. I don't want anyone to be like me. Be careful who you hang around. Do not fall to peer pressure. It can ruin your life. I hope my story changes some lives around here.

Yours truly,
MLB.

Life is full of stuff that kicks your ass. I'm all for smoking a quick joint every few weeks but the pills and everything else seems a bit too much, but of course trying them can definitely get you addicted. I can definitely relate to your story Kenny, hopefully everything gets sorted out; you know i'm always around if you need me.

Shit man I done popped a couple Molly's but never got hooked, that chronic enough to light my head. I feel you though shit sounds sad, just sip some lean or Suttin that shit knock you out cheap as chips.

That's some tough shit man. I've lost a lot of friends to that hard shit. You'll get through it, you just need to try.