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Age: 16
Gender: Female
Location: Loveland, Colorado

I had moved from a small farm town in another state and i was moved to this (what i thought was a big city) when i was 9. i began getting into the wrong crowd then. it started with the basics -drinking smoking weed ext. until one night i had gone to a party and was so trashed i had been handed a pipe- one hit and that was it. when people tell you that one hit won't get you addicted it's not true- it will. After that night meth was all my life was. i lost sight of everything else i sold my body for just another fix, just another fix. I've never had sex sober- never had sex for pleasure. its always been for meth when i ran out of money. i lost my virginity to my dealer and i don't even remember how many times i had sold myself after that. my body began to get so tolerant to meth that when i needed another fix i couldn't get it off of my pipe. i resorted to using needles. i lost all grip on reality and my life revolved around making sure i would have enough so i wouldn't crash. i began to "obey" meth because i was so scared- my hallucinations become so bad i was up for 9 nights straight fighting a 'hooded man with a white face" because he was telling me to do horrible things. my best friend was shot and killed because of the trouble i had gotten myself into.

That was it- meth had ruined my life- i sat down later with my family and told them i was a meth addict and i needed help. it was so hard to tell them that. so hard to let them down. so hard to disappoint them. i was turned away from so many rehabs because i shot up, because i was a meth addict. my parents will never look at me the same- ill never be the same- ill never live the life i was living before i used.

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