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Age: 20
Gender: Female
Location: Loveland, Colorado

I was 16 years old when I first used meth. Instantly I loved it. I loved the way I felt, I loved everything about it. I began hanging out with men 3 times my age, along with tons of people I have never met before. I watched my best friend plummet from a 4.0 GPA to dropping out of high school completely. I would tear the skin off of my fingers until it was a bloody mess covering each and every one. I would grind my teeth so loud that people across the room would yell at me to stop. The longest I ever stayed awake for was 3 weeks, with near to no food, and tons of water. I stole everything I could get my hands on, broke into my parents safe, stole their wedding money, pawned anything valuable I owned. I'd be in a car with my dealer going 95mph on county roads while he smoked a joint in one hand, and a bowl of meth in the other. I was scared for my life in the back of that car but I didnšt care, I just wanted more tweek. When I was almost 18, my friend committed suicide due to meth. It was my rock bottom, I did not know where to go with my life anymore. From there I had counseling at which I cried for weeks straight. I just wanted to join my friend and kill myself. I had ruined not only my life, but lost every ounce of belief and trust my parents had in me. They did not know who I was anymore and neither did I. I lost my friend, randomly, a day after hanging out with her. We had plans to hang out again, and then I found out my other best friend, meth, had convinced her to take her own life. No one can really describe how badly this drug can destroy lives unless you have lived through it. To this day I still wonder if I stayed with my friend that night if she would still be here. Her leaving me here is what made me stop smoking meth. Almost 2 years straight I was an extreme user, and 3 years later I'm still alive, but missing my friend. We need to get rid of this drug completely. It ruins people.

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