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Age: 19
Gender: Female
Location: Peyton, Colorado

In 2005, my uncle committed suicide- Leaving his 3 boys, 6 grandchildren, and all of his family in shock. Our family knew where 2 of the boys were, One, living up north with his wife and 3 kids; Another, in NC serving our country in the army supporting his wife and 2 kids; and the third, was nowhere to be found unless he needed money. Two days before his father's funeral, he happened to call... He needed money for "rehab." We all knew he had a severe drug addiction. We thought it was to coke or heroine... At least that's what we were told. He showed up to the funeral. Scabbed face, twitchy face and hands, constant scratching... We knew something was up. But when he introduced us to this god awful, hideous, obese girlfriend, with patches and patches of hair missing from her head, we knew for SURE something was wrong. He had always been particular about who he dated. He wasn't judgmental or anything, but she was not anyone we had pictured him dating. His first brother was the only one from his family to attend. His wife had to work so she stayed up north with the children as he came down to the cities to mourn his father's death. The other had his wife and children with him. When those girls went up to give their uncle C a hug, he was too twitchy for them to even get a real "C hug" as the family calls it... No oneÊ got one because of the twitches. My biggest heartbreak was watching those girls cry when they asked me "Why doesn't uncle C love us anymore?" as he pushed them aside making the youngest of the two fall and cry. And I had to lie to them and tell them it was just because he was upset his daddy died. I then left my cousin to watch them as I stormed after C to find out what his problem was... Little did I know I was walking into a room where my cousin and his girlfriend would be smoking crystal meth from a light bulb they just broke. I looked at him in disappointment, and I knew it hurt him. As I ran from the room with tears streaming down my face, he chased after me begging and pleading for me not to hate him for what he's done. Now, 2010, he has gone to rehab, graduated, then relapsed, and now has recently been admitted to an insane asylum. No one knows if he will ever recover from going insane, no one knows if he will live for much longer; but I advise you: if you so choose to use meth, or any other drug, please learn from my cousin C that you'll hurt your friends, family, nieces, nephews, aunts, uncles, brothers, and cousins for the rest of their lives. And you could end up in an insane asylum. If anyone reads this, please, don't try meth, don't try any drug, and don't even think about trying any drug.... It'll just make you more curious and more willing to try more severe drugs. Don't ruin your life; stay clean.

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