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Story 1:
I have two friends. I am a 16 year old female and a sophomore at a pirvate high school. We started smoking pot this year. Ever since we did, things have been way different. To being, we only hang out with eachother. I think this may be because we only understand eachother. Its weird. A lot of people at my school classify the three of us as pot heads or druggys. I know its not the greatest reputation, but the more i smoke, the less i begin to care about what others think. I also notice it makes it more difficult for me to carry out conversations with anyone but my two best friends. Its good to know that i will always have them, but its scary to think of where my life is headed.

Story 2:
It all started when i was a little girl, i have been made fun of my whole life. i am 15, ive been called fat, ugly, stupid, retarted, and i first started to drink when i was 12, first sip of beer and i thought it tasted amazing. i would sneek some when my dad wasnt looking, he would be too drunk so he would never know. my parents split up when i was about 3 so its really stressful going to two different places, and i have an 80% chance of being atticted to drinking, well i am. i drink all the time, when ever i went ot friends, parties, anywhere i could get my hands on some. then around 7th grade i was feeling the need to cut myself because i thought it was cool, but all i got was people hating me and loosing all my friends. last year i got really drunk with my...uhhh we'll just say friend and we made out, if you knew who it was you would think differently of me so i would rather not say...well anyway just a couple of weeks ago on Valentines day i got super drunk and got suspended from school, and my now i am in counseling. i also smoke weed and smoke ciggerettes, i would do anything to get high so i could just be happy. because i would just be depressed so i would drink or get high and go off to school, i finally am going back to school but i feel i didnt learn anything because i another way i try to get over my depression is making out with guys. i have made out with over 12 guys, including my ex boyfriend, the one i am in love with still. we dated for about 2 years you know thought we were in love ... lots of horrible things happended so the only way i thought i would get over him was to make guys fall for me and then break their heart right when they would ask me out. people call me a whore and really nasty things to me so i just dont have any feelings for anyone any longer.i dont feel afraid of anything ever, and sometimes i wish i was. i know i cant take anything back but if i could i would take it all back, i wish i could just have one of those friends out of no where to help me but like that would happen... thanks for reading, if you did.

Story 3:
People love to make fun of me all the time so i give them what they want, i dress like a freak and i may be proud of it but i have done drugs and i drink a lot. i just acctually got back to school from being suspended for being drunk at school, i just wanted to have a good day but someone told the office. anyway ive been very depressed for the past 3 months to the point where i have cut myself, and i really wish that someone, anyway would be my friend so i would turn to drugs because i do wrestling and i feel like shit everytime i go wrestling, and sometimes i get made fun of because i am a girl wrestler but i give up easily and i think that is why i do drugs and drink, i just give up when i cant do something. but yeah i hope one day i cant get through all this shit. maybe not. who knows.

Story 4:
What up kids, ive been drinking and doing drugs for 8 years, i started drinking by 10 ten and couldn't go a day without by 12 ive done every drug under the sun and got caught up in oc and herion i know what you all think it cant happen to me and i lived my life at full speed ive been sober a year now and it is tough all the time to stay clean for me but i got a lot of friends that help me stay sober. and if you feel like you got a problem then more power to you. look for programs to benefit you like outpatient or 12 step groups, it saved my life

Story 5:
Since i'm almost going to be a 10th grader..I know people who does drugs..The drugs they do are weed,coke,crystal,alcohol...But sometimes I tell myself why do they do that they don't care about there lifes..But some people tell me they do that to get out of problems,or think about something else..The way i see them i feel very,very sorry for them...Sometimes i try to help then but it's hard how to help them..(6-4-10) ..Mag....

Story 6:
I started using in middle school,I found out one day that my father was smoking weed so one time I decided too Steel some from his stash and try it out.It was my first time ever smoking weed. From then I was using it to hide my emotions from alot of things.I then began to drink and smoke constantly.One day I got busted and now I am in The Youth Recovery Center.Drugs and Alcohol has done nothing but put Negativity and Regret into my life.Now that I am in the Youth Recovery Program I have learned how too cope with my skills.

Story 7:
ever since 6th grade ive always wanted to get high. just the whole thing sounded so good and so right. i wanted to at least do it once. a year later i moved. at this new school, i met friends, who didnt do drugs. and then one of my friend had this other friend who started coming to our school. i quickly became friends with him. but as time grew on, i noticed there was something about him...something not quite right. i mean, i loved him by this time, and i wanted to know why he was so different..when i finally found out he did meth, i was devasting. my friends and i were freaking out.. how could we help him!? how could we save him?! but he wouldnt let us in. he always looked angry and in pain. but i loved him... months went by, and everything was getting so bad... and then finally my friends and i went to the school counslor. one day i was in pe and i saw him walking with his backpack to the office. for five days, we didnt see him. when he came back, he told me had gone to a mental hospital. we were happy he was back and so glad. but after...he changed. he would no longer hang out with us... no thank yous or anything...he quickly forgot us. it was as if he wanted to forget his past and have a better life. i still love him...so then the next year... i got into some stuff. i started texting this guy. and he reminded me so much of HIM...but thoughts were going through my head all that year. i did alcohol and was taking pills and i was cutting. the guy i was texting, called me each night i did this. he helped me through it and i started to love him. but then one night i took it too far and when i screamed at him, he just couldnt take it anymore. he wanted to be my friend...but he didnt wanna be more...a month or two passed and i was getting tired of life. i made out with this guy, he taught me how to smoke.. a few weeks past... and then one night my mom wasnt home and so i called someone to pick me up. little did i know... something was underneath the guy who my friends thought they knew. i lost something precious this night. my virginity who i wanted so much to give to him...i felt he had gotten me high and given me cigarettes to have sex with me.... i lost a lot this night. i still smoke... but ive been days on end without it... and at school, ive been throwing things...and having nicotine fits...and everything. my friends are so unsure of me... and i want to be better for them...but how can i?

Story 8:
My older brother started using drugs at a really young age. It has been a few years, he's 20 or 21 now. last year we found out that he was doing drugs again, he came to my mom for "help" because he knew she would help him, cause she has done it 3 times before. he told us that he was going to a support group or something and he needed money for groceries. my mom bieng the good and caring one, gave him $200. I gave him a hug before he left and said, "I hope you get better." Just a few days later we got a call from his girlfriend say that he had gotten mad at her from not giving him money to buy more drugs. she left him but after 2 days she went back. then a few days after that we found out that someone had broken into our house and stole movies and some of my moms jewlery. but at that time we really didn't thinnk about it until the next day. My mom came to pick me up from school and when we got home i went upstairs to show her something, my t.v. was on and my (already broken dvdplayer) was jammed open halfway, my movies (that were packed tight in my drawer) were slanted over, and my hard earned $100 was gone from my jewlery box. I asked my mom if she had noticed anything missing, then we figured out that jeremy, my brother, had been in our house and stole all these things from us. my mom called his cell and cussed him out and told him that if he ever showed his face around he'd eat the padio. we alslo found out that he had stole stuff from my step-dads biz & he had sold the washer and dryer that he got for x-mas from my parents. I can't think of him as my brother anymore. This was the first x-mas we spent without him (its now 1-6-10, at least 4 months later). It was hard, but his trail is comming up for burglary, we're hoping he gets a prison sentence. but we hear he's going for rehab, for the 4th time. Truth is, it hurts mem that he decided to go down the same path again and again, and to know that other people do it, just makes matters worse. I will always love him as a brother, but right now it's just hard. sincerely, Heartbroke Sister

Story 9:
Hey wuss up. Well they call me giggles and i live in thea LA county. Well im 15 right now. I started smocking weed when i was 13. One of my good friend was the one who smocked me out for the first time and now sadly he passed away. Well before i started smocking weed i use to say to myself that i would never smock and that i would never get addicted. Well its clear now that times have changed and now sadly im an alchohalic and im addicted to weed. I just hope if any body reads my story they think twice about trying any drug.

Story 10:
My name is Vikkii and last year my 16 year old boyfriend was addicted to drugs and couldnt stop and just before he turned 17 he was in a major car accident and ever scince he has never been the same. He was badly injured and it took five months in Rehab to learn how to walk and move again. He has a brain injury, artificial ribs and plastic tubes in his wind pipe. He is now 18 and no longer does drugs. Not olny did it effect him but it also effected his family, friends and me.

Story 11:
After I took my first hit, I was never the same. My opinions and morals were distorted and my mind soon craved the high to the point where my sober living was abnormal, it was the high that felt safe, that felt like my everyday. Everyone around me was telling me that I had a problem, but every time someone would speak the words "you need to get help" my mind would quickly validate the drug, and find a loophole around every mouth that spoke nothing but the truth. What did they know I would tell myself; I would do anything to escape this everyday hell I had to endure. The drug became my only friend, but it held nothing but lies and deception. It stole from me my family, friends, goals, and even my ability to care for anyone or anything, let alone myself. But I finally reached a point when my mother looked me in the eyes trying to hold herself together and said these few words that would make me realize that I had to try and change... "I've known you your whole life, but as you stand before me, I don't know who you are, you have become a stranger and every time I look at you I try to hold back my tears." I finally swore off every drug that had put me out, but I have to admit, my mind and body still crave the high, and I always wish I wouldn't have ever taken that first hit. After that first hit I could never be the same, I would always want to get high even after I knew it would take my life away.

Story 12:
my name is thomas kenyon, i am a alcholic. i am parralyzed from the waste down and i am only 18.

Story 13:
hi my name is candyand my friend started acting stupid since she got her first boyfriend and lately she started smoking weed and cokane and i don't know what to do to make her staop what do you think

Story 14:
Hello people well diz is my story!im a 13 year old girl.I have been doin drugs ever since i was 9 years old.People have told me dat i have been a lost person and i am i guess.Well i have gotten wasted before and wen i got high i feel asleep in front of my boyfriend house & i felt so emrassed wen he came outside and he dumped me now i know dat i well never do drugs

Story 15:
I was 17 years old when I started somking weed. My boyfriend was a gangbanger and a drug dealer and he started me on it. It started so many problems at home with my mom. I ended up running away. then I went from just smoking weed to acid and shrooms and nitrous... I drank all the time. I was always depressed and angry. I hated my life. I decided that I didnt want to live like that and I saw how it was hurting my mom. I got help at 19 and have been clean for almost 10 years now. i just want to encourage all of you out there that your life has much more value that you think. Don't destroy yourself with Drugs.

Story 16:
MY NAME IS VALERIE IM 15 YEARS OLD AND I GOT ENCOURAGED TO USE DRUGS. AND LIKE EVERY STUDENT THAT GOES TO HIGH SCHOOL I THOUGHT IT WAS COOL TO USE DRUGS. SO I WENT TO A DITCHING PARTY AND I DECIDEDE TO USE MARIJUANA. AND I GOT ADDICTED TO IT. AND THATS NOT THE ONLY DRUG I USE NOW. I ENHALE AIRFRESHENER AND COMPUTER CLEANER. I CANT LIVE WITH OUT THEM. I FEEL REALLY DEPRESSED BECAUSE I CANT LET THEM GO. MY GRADES HAVE GONE DOWN AND MY PERSONALITY SUCKS. I CANT STAY WITH ANY OF MY BOYFRIENDS FOR MORE THEN A WEEK. BECAUSE I USE DRUGS. AND I SMOKE CIGARETTES.

Story 17:
one day i smoked some weed and i was so weak and very hungry but idint want my parents to fine out but they did because iwent home and i was trowing up every where and they asked me what was wrong with but i didnt say anything so they took me to the ER and i told them the whole story i havent smoked weed since.

Story 18:
im 14 a freshman in high skool i used to be big on doin drugs((weed)) until i seen my mom start snorting cocaine, smokeing weed, and poping pills like they were candy. at first all that wanted to make me do more drugs but i seen how she was on them and i refuse to ever touch another drug. ((DiiSTURBED ANGEL))

Story 19:
I really don't have a story byt I really like reading this stories because my sister has been through it I Know people with alot of this kind of problems

Story 20:
"AHAA!!! I KNEW you were smoking again! dad, I'm really dissapointed in you, you know that?" This is the first thing I said to my dad when I got home from school one afternoon. My dad has been smoking ever since I can remember. I tried to get him to stop because everyone knows what smoking can do to your body. But, he's already too addicted and I'm afraid he can't stop. I'm really scared for him and I'm afraid he already has cancer because he has been smoking since he was in his twnties. And now, he's in his forties. That's about TWENTY years of smoking... He managed to quit for a year becasue of me but he started again because of the stress he's been going through. He probably has a disease and I'm really worried because i don't want him to die...I feel helpless...

Story 21:
i dont smoke weed or snort coke or anything the most i do is pop pills vicodin and oxy contin...its sooooo much of a good feeling yet addictive...it costs a lot to get and its not worth your life...trust me i have bad back pain and the doctors perscribed them to me and i get hooked on it like candy the doctors think its gettin strange how i keep going to him for more of it alls i got to say is stay in school and do whats right for your self and your fellow class mates.....DONT DO DRUGS!!!!!!!!! MUCH CLOWN LOVE TO ALL THE JUGGALOS AROUND THE WORLD

Story 22:
My mom bought me a teddy bear with drugs in it to try to get me to do them but i turned the present down.

Story 23:
My best friends mom is addicted to meth.She has been in rehab fir about two months.She missed her birthday,Christmas,&&New Years with her kids.So please dont end up like this.

Story 24:
one tim i smoked weed il never be the same

Story 25:
My freshman year of highschool, is when I first tried drugs. My friend got into it pretty bad. She's 16 now, pregnant and married. What a waste.

Story 26:
my aunt was a smoker and it was her 20th anniversity that she stopped smoking and got lung cancer that spread to her bones and then to her brain, she then died right infront of my eyes...ONE OF THE SADDEST THINGS EVER...don't put your family through that!!! trust me it hurts

Story 27:
my best firend smokes weed everyday more like 6 or 7times a day she doesn't know what this stuff is doing to her brain and i am really upset about it. I tried talking to her about it but she doesn't listen.

Story 28:
i was turning sweet 16 on my birthday and me and my friend samatha thoght it was fun to get high and smoke weed cause other teens were doing this but my friend ashley who was 17 got a heart promblem cause of weed when i was visting her in the clinc i felt so bad and thoght what happenes if i get sick and die? my best friend died that next week cause of weed so think about what you do before you go out and smoke some weed. Later i found out i have a heart promblem but since i stoped smoking weed i am ok i needed someone to talk to and i talked to someone i thnik you should to but i know how you feel if you hate your life or parents and how they do drugs or smoke . Always think before you pick up a pipe or beer can and dont worry there are people out there who love you!!! Jessica H.

Story 29:
my name is brooke. i used to be addicted to dope. when i would be high i would do stupid things and have sex with peoples boyfriends and people i didnt even know. i eventually stopped when a girl whose boyfriend i had sex with tried to kill me. i got stabbed in the leg 2 times and once in the arm. i still have the ugly scars. it reminds me of the stupid things drugs can do to you. and the trollop i used to be.

Story 30:
MY FIRST TIME I SMOKED MARIJUANA The first time I smoked marijuana i was in the 7th grade. It was after skool me and my friend were walkin' to catch the bus then he told me do you want to smoke then I told him O.K. We went to this place that was by this BURGER KING. he started rolling it up. he took the first hit then I took the . I was fillin' normal but more relaxed i was also filling hungry so i went to the .The time went so fast that I got home @ 5:55. When i got home i was so sleepy that I just fell asleep. My brother went up to my room and i smelled like weed.He told my mom and i got in truble and I have never done it since

Story 31:
Well I may be small at the moment only standing 14 years old noy very happy.There are mnay thIngs u have to worry about! Family, school, grades, freinds, the fact that nothing ever turns out ok. Im in high school as a freshman and well life isnt going as well as a life i would want. M freinds always talk about how happy or how fun some of there parents are. My parents are the type that have many different faces depending on who they are with and well that is never very good for me or my brothers. We always fight! I cant think of a single time we were really happy and noone was fighting. i just want to get away from them. To like run away n never have to think of them again but running awayfrom your problems doesnt really solve anything. That maybe the reason i love school so much. At school i have freinds taht i know worry about me alot. I dont really do good in school.The teachers are fun adn its easy but im just never really in a mood to do homework or study because i have to do all of taht at home n well home never is really the best place for me to do anything. About a week ago i had a problem that i could not handle or tell anyone because i knew no one would understand. I had a freind who is always on something. That day i couldnt stop cring and my freinds were mad at me and i really didnt have anyone at the moment except for her. She had a bottle of alchohol and a pack of weed with her and well i just took t not thinkin about anything or anyone. It waz first period and my nutidtion i had drunk more than 3 4ths of the bottle. I didnt take any weed at all i have never done it and i didnt was to start as nutrition came along i waz more drunk than ever! I could barely walk and the thing i can still remember was that through that whole time all i was thinking about was in how much trouble i would get into. A couple of freinds that were not mad at me at the time took care of me the rest of the day.If it wasnt because of them who knows what i would of done of what whould happen to me. i havent forgoten about that day. The problem i had was still there and so was the pain. It might of not gone away but i know drinking didnt help at all. I regret what i did that day mostly because i made oneof my best freinds cry becuase she was wrorried about me. I know what i did was stupid and if i ever do it again at least it wont be in school. My parents are stillthe same way and act like if i never excisted. im used to taht fact and i also know that dinking wont make it any better.

Story 32:
NEVER AGAIN.... im only 14. They call me skrappy. one time i was in a other country, and i felt very lonely and very angry towards ma aunt. I thought the only way to rebell against that was to do somthing bad...get drunk or kill myself. So what i did was i robbed from ma grandma's store. some cigareetes and beer. I drank and smoked all at the same time. I ve never felt so bad in ma life. I never got caught, but i did get very sick so sick that i almost died. Ma family thought it was because of something else. The words beer or cigarettes didnt even dare to cross their minds. Never again shall i use cigarettes and beer to get rid of ma problems

Story 33:
one time i took weed i like it now i cant stop taking it

Story 34:
i am a drug head and it willl nevr stop

Story 35:
i let my friend live with me for a month and found out she was doing meth. i fely like i had let the devil move in my home. i have a happy healthy home and she hid that from me. i could not let my son socialize with a person like that. it was heartbreaking to know my friend was choosing the life of a junkie.how dissappointing!!!!!!! i hate people who do drugs-any kind. you just look like a stupid ass person who cant say no.

Story 36:
my son is using and abusing. it is tearing my marriage apart, and my other boys are hurting, too. i wish my son understood how much his decision to live like he is hurts so many people that love him. i and alcohol. they have taken my son captive and he doesn't even see it. I pray all the time that he will see the destruction it has brought and CHOOSE a different path for his life.

Story 37:
I'm 27 and have been smoking marijuana for about 14 years now. Although I knew at the time it was a drug when I started, I never fit in with the "good" kids, and I wasn't a nerd, so I fell in with the skaters, dopers, etc. Now, I realize that the people I considered "nerds" or "straight-edge" had the right idea. They've all gone off for the most part and gotten good jobs, made good friends, have great families. At least, if anything, they are not stoned all the time. I used to drink and do a lot more, but now I smoke pot. Even though I don't think as clear, speak as clear, or act as "normal" as I used to, I still smoke. Marijuana is addictive. I need to seek treatment, but I don't. I'm ashamed, and I'd lose all of my friends, even though I know they're not good for me anyway. I've dug this hole, now I have to get myself out if I can. Don't smoke pot. Go jogging instead. Read a book. Make some music. DO SOMETHING!! It's really not that much fun anyway being all high, tired, stupid, and hungry. I mean.....seriously. I just can't quit because it's so much a part of who I am now. I mean.....I can. I guess I just won't. --MaryJane's Last Dance

Story 38:
timid's st0ry well 1 day my sister br0ght s0me bud h0me. she t0ld me if i c0uld keep it in my drawer. i said yea...s0 she did. my m0m was checking my drawer da next day. i was scared s0 i t0ld her 2 get 0ut. she g0t mad at me. i knew i was doin wr0ng. me and my sister were sm0king some maryjane. that shit was g00d. but n0e i want m0re and m0re! pplz d0nt start if yuu d0ng wann 2 end up all stupid!

Story 39:
my grandma used to smoke when I was 3 but I cried to her and said I don't want you to die and she never did it again!! :)

Story 40:
lili me my mom and dad both used 2 smoke be4 they had me but then my mom stoped wen she was pregnet of me but she still drinks a lil bit un like my dad 4 my dad it is very dificult 2 stop he ha told us that he has tried but he cant he always has 2 have more.......he smokes atleast a pack ok sigerets a day n drinks atleast 3 of the big bears n he allways gets drunk im always sacred 4 his life we tell him but it sumtimes seems he doesnt care

Story 41:
WE are learning about drugs in school. It's hard to listen to the kinds of things that hapen to people who smoke and do drugs, considering my dad, uncle, and grandpa smoke. I always tell my dad and he says ok ill cut down but he still does about once a week. My uncle quit for 1 week for my sake but because of his addiction, he went back to it and now he can't stop! I will never smoke or do drugs and I hope none of you do either.

Story 42:
30 Years of Smoking and it still doesn't work! My Grandma smoked for about 30 years and she quit (finally) The bad news is that in 2002 she got some sort of cancer. We thought that she would survive, but she died on Feb. 3 2003. My class at Hale Middle School to go on this web site and learn about drugs. I will NEVER TAKE DRUGS AT ALL!!!!! - Jeremy

Story 43:
my mom smoked cuz everyone did in her family, but then she quit for the same reason. im proud of her for that. she said it smelled horrible and im glad shes not addicted. I WILL NEVER SMOKE!

Story 44:
i'm a 20 year old college student who has smoked weed heavily for the past couple years. i have never felt that smoking some of that dope would ever lead me to try harder crazier drugs. i refuse to try coke, herion, X, special k, or meth even though drugs are abundent and walking down the street i can find anything that i would ever want. i know marijuana is a gateway drug to some, and it can lead to serious health problems but by understanding my limits and controling my addiction, i have never done anything stupid and refuse to be around people who would put my morals and my beliefs at risk. all i can say, is know yourself. trust yourself. the government puts out propaganda against drugs and half the time they lie about the statistics. i'm not telling anyone to go out and take drugs, i'm telling everyone to really just look at where you want to be in a few years and if doing some recreational drug is part of that plan than you are no more evil than you were the other day. drug use is a personal choice, think about what you are doing before you do it, realize what the consequences may be, and always stay true to yourself. no one should be able to tell you if you are right or wrong.

Story 45:
I dated a guy who was 22 last year, when i was 16 and everyone hated it. He has done all drugs but he was really ashamed of his meth addiction. He smoked it once at a party and I can tell when he has cause his teeth rot a little each time. We broke up, but he also gave my current boyfriend meth-luckily he hasnt done it since. "Meth is a hick drug." is what he said.

Story 46:
one time my friend smoked marijuana and she died, although it's actually impossible to overdose, she did, and ill never do any drugs again ONLY USERS LOSE DRUGS

Story 47:
For every kid whose straight-edge to be trendy, There are about 1000 kids drinking to impress their friends.

Story 48:
hi well um iv? never taken drugs apart from weed but am keen tp try others. alas hearing your stories im having secpnd thoughs and maybe for the beta. when taking weed i feel in love i was rested and i did things i would never normally do. i am a smart kid and thank you for posting your stories probably saved me alot of trouble

Story 49:
i have grown up with drugs all my life my mum and dad smokes. And they are always in a bad mood my mum is in a violet relasionship her boyfriend always hits her when they are high.And when they dont have any drugs they just flip out and yell at me and my little sister. I always tell my mum to stop smoking and doing drugs but when she stops she just cries all day and cant sleep i really do not know what to do?. brooke

Story 50:
my dad drinks and smokes he drinks a lot at night i dont like it very much i hope he stops he drinks like three 6 packs a night his self i dont want his liver to die out and i will have to lose him. in school we talk about people who drink it makes me want to cry when we talk about it but i hold it in i dont tell him but sometimes i go in my room and cry he seems too get in lots of fights wheen he is drunk i dont like thin at all :{ .

Story 51:
I'm 14 and have been curious about drugs for a while. Today I read many of the true stories people have written here about themselves and friends that have tried or done drugs. I never thought drugs could ruin someone's life so horribly like those I have read about. I'm glad I've never had any friends offer me drugs because before today I probably would have accepted them. Thank you everyone for writing about their experiences, I think it had a big affect on me. I now look back and hate how the media glorifies drugs because from what I have read the causes are not worth the high, it is nothing people should promote and I hope these stories affect others the way they have affected me. THANK YOU so much to everybody who has written about their experiences.

Story 52:
i am 13 years old one day i was at a party and i was with my best friend and we smoked to much dop and we were walking and we didnt know what we were doing so we went on the road and he got hit by a car

Story 53:
WELL TO START OFF I WAS ADICTED TO METH WHEN I WAS 15 I TRIED IT THE FIRST TIME I SNIFFED IT IT WAS A WEIRD FEELING MY EYES GOT BIG AND I WAS SHAKY AT ALL TIMES AND MY NOSE KIND OF BURN WELL SINCE THAT DAAY THE FEW BOYFRIENDS THAT I HAD WOULD KNOW THAT I DID THAT AND I WOULD NEVER HAVE TIME FOR THEM INSTEAD I WOULD GO SNIFF LINES. THEY ALL DUMED ME AND I DIDNT CARE I RATHER HAVE METH THAN TO HAVE A BOYFRIEND AND SUDDENLY I WAS LOSSING ALOT OF WEIGHT EVERYBODY WOULD THINK THAT I WAS ANOREXIC AND THEY WOULD ASK ME WITH AN UGLY LOOK "WHAT HAPPEND TO U " I WOULDNT SAY NOTHING THE MORE WEIGHT I LOST THE PRETTIER I FELT FOR A WHOLE YEAR I WAS STUCK ON THAT I COULDNT BE ONE DAY WITHOUT IT MY FRIENDS WOULD TELL ME TO LEAVE IT ALONE BUT I COULDNT .. MY MOM AND DAD FOUND OUT ABOUT IT AND I WOULD JUST DENY IT MY MOM WOULD ALWAYS TELL ME YOUR ACCELERATED HUH I FELT REALLY DUM BECAUSE I COULDNT CLOSE MY EYES OR STOP LICKING MY LIPS AND ALSO YOU CANT BE STILL FOR A SECOND BUT I WAS USED TO IT TILL I FELL IN LOVE MY CRUSH DID IT TOO SO SINCE HE LIKED ME HE WOULD BUY IT 4 ME TILL HE REALIZE THAT GIVING IT TO ME DOESNT SOLVE ANYTHING AND HE TRIED TO STOP ME WHENEVER MY FRIENDS WERE DOING IT AND I WOULD GET LIKE A 5 YEAR OLD CRYING AND CUZZING HIM OUT I WOULD GET SO ANXIOUS THAT I NEEDED TO HAVE IT OR I DONT KNOW WHAT I WOULD DO AND THEIR WERE TIMES THAT MY BOYFRIEND TOLD ME THAT IT'LL BE OVER IF I DO IT BUT I WOULDNT CARE I COULDNT HELP IT SO I STILL DID IT I DIDNT CARE ABOUT NOTHING AND NO ONE SO I WAS ADICTED 4 ALMOST 2 YEARS AND WHEN I DECIDED TO STOP WAS WHEN I LOOKED IN THE MIRROR AND I SEEN A SKELETON I HAD LOST 10 SIZES IN JEANS AND I HAD NO BOOTY OR A NICE BODY I THINK WHAT MADE ME STOP WAS LOVE IT WASNT EASY AT ALL I WOULD ALWAYS THINK ABOUT IT BUT LITTLE BY LITTLE I GOT AWAY FROM IT AND NOW IM MARRIED WITH THAT SAME GUY WHO STOPPED ME FROM USIND DRUGS AND MY MOM SAID THAT HE SAVED MY LIFE I LUV HIM ALOT

Story 54:
The period of my life right now is not good. I use drugs now and so do the people I live with. I have a friend who has been with an addict for almost 3 years and it has completely torn her apart. I feel her pain as she waits every night for him, wondering where he is, if he's safe, while he goes out all night hanging out with other users and seeing his new girlfriend. He's an addict who doesn't believe in the professional help out there. I'm worried because he has torn my friend apart and I hate to see her like this. She is a confident and successful woman who does not desreve to be living so low. How can I help? What can you do when you live with an addict? Where do you turn? Myself also. I'm supposed to be living life, being only 20, I should be a social butterfly but I'm not. I waste each night either working, doing homework, sleeping, crying, and I just stay home. I do nothing with my life. I don't hang out with other people like I should. I have no life. I'm full of fear because I don't want to end up like my friend, who always gets caught up with the wrong men. I don't want to be a victim and yet I am a victim of fear... DON'T LET THIS HAPPEN TO YOU!

Story 55:
I am a thirty year old junkie. Started alcohol at 11, nicotine around then too. Parents were old time hippies so i grew up around all kinds of drugs, first time i smoked grass was at 13, nothing is better than your first high , on any drug. LSD was everywhere at this time so i tripped about 50 times through school. I messed around with cocaine but once i tried crack i could feel myself losing control. I was able to pull my shit together though. I actually graduated high school went on to college and got a high paying career. Lots of money and an addictive personality are not a good mix. Sold drugs for the thrill not the money, coke and speed was easy to turn down. I have always liked pain pills of any kind, but Heroin is the best high of all drugs out there.I was hooked and my body would not let me work or live without it. I shot up heroin or oxycontin,dilatin whatever opiate would get me through the day. Had a child and decided i had to stop, joined a methadone clinic. It saved my life but i am stuck with this addiction for life. I tried to get off the methadone but even after 8 months of throwing up , no sleep, suicide attempts i had to go back to the methadone. It was better than being a herion junkie again i guess but i wish i would have stayed with just smoking weed. Drugs need to be put under control before they control you. Making them illegal makes them more popular. Education is the only answer left.

Story 56:
MY FRIEND DIED 4RM DRUGS.HER NAME WAZ YVONNE N SHER WAZ DOING WEED.SUDDENLY SHE JUZZ FELT 2 D GROUND N DIED SINCE HER FRIENDS WERE 2 HIGH THEY DIDNT RECOGNISED WAT HAD HAPPEND UN TILL DEIR HIGHNESS WENT OFF N THEY SAW HER ON D GROUND DEAD.DEY WERE SO SAD DEY PROMIS NEVER 2 DO DAT AGAIN N SO FAR THEY'VE KEEPT DEIT PROMISE

Story 57:
one time i was smoking a joint and i ran into the street naked then a car came and i scrame and said ahh then the girl in the car said ahh then i got out of the street in time and i was like wow. so i never did drugs again

Story 58:
My name is Becka, i am 14 and i have some problems with smoking,drugs and cutting and one day i went to a party with one of my best friend of all time and it was so tight there was alot of drugs and everyone was smoking...i dont remember what had happened but it was about 2 in the morning and me and my friend we went out side for a walk just to get away for a lil while and as we walked down the street all i remember was sitting down and then she went ahead of mea little bit....and a saw a car coming and the next thing i know i was holding her in my arms as i watched her die and only did i know that if i would have stayed with her she would still be with me today..and everytime i hear about someone doing drugs it makes me remember how much it hurt to hold my best friend in my arms as she lay there dieing....and ever since that day i have never done drugs again....and i hope that my friend nick doesnt do anything stupid like that because he is the love of my life and that goes for any other kids readying this that are thinking about it

Story 59:
B.J's Story one day i was smokin wit da homies, it was about 6 of us. as teens do we had a session, the session happen not to go right,i damn near lost my best friend, she had got stupid high. we had smoked exactly 27 blunts, the last one went around she hit and couldnt breathe the same happen to my auntie whos only 19 and now has a huge hole in the front of her neck. smoking is very bad for you but you wint see it until it happens to you! be safe wathch what you smke, who you smoke wit, and always know who and where you gettin it from

Story 60:
MY dad smokes and drinks. I tried to tell him, but he won 't stop. I don't want to lose my dad, but I can't do anything else to stop him. I just want to go back in time and stop the person who created alchohol and tobacco. If only I can do that, I would be happy. - Irwin Gutierrez

Story 61:
One time I was at school and I walked into the bathroom and this girl was doing lines of crack on the toilet seat. She offered me some but I refused and walked away... That shows the desperation of addicted people.

Story 62:
i started smoking a little bit when i was 11 now i cant stop

Story 63:
Me and my friend were doin sum major gettin high dat day and we didn't think we were messed up! well we decided to walk home and we had to cross the streetas in j walking! we walked out in the middle of the street and was two inches away from gettin hit by a car!!! ill never do that again to put my or my friends life in danger!!!

Story 64:
one day i made new friends. i was so happy because they were popular, which made me popular. so i asked them 1 day how did they get so popular.? they said because we were the first to tell every1 about smoking. they said it makes u high , and happy, and have lots of strength and energy. so i believed them. 1 day after school they told me to try it , it would make things better and easier. we had just tooken a test and they said it would take the stress away from me. so i tried heroin. It was y 1st time so i didnt know what to do . i already knew what it could do to you. but i took my chances. then since it was my first time i didnt know how to use it. ine of my friends was snorting it up , another sniffing, and the last 1 injecting it. so i asked for the needle. i injected it and it felt like a whole rush of blood had went from my head to my feet. the i felt happy nad energetic. so then later i was all lazy and knocked out and i thought i already was addicted cuz the way it made me feel was so good. so again after school i did the same things and all the same effects happened to me. about after 1 week i woke up in the hospital they told me i overdosed and said i have 1/4 chance of living. i was so frightened, with my whole family standing right there. i felt bad that i scared my mom half to death. i also had te worst headache ever. from then the doctor showed me the damage it did to me compared to a normal brain! mine was really messed up. i was thinking only from a week. so i got out of the hospital and went back to the samething i was already addicted and i felt i needed help. i went to some clinics for about a 2 month session. i i was clean for 2 months. i tried to getmy friends to stop but they just couldnt. one ended up dead ohters in the hospital for a long time close to even death!!!!! i stopeed completely from then on and just wanted to get ppl above the influence!

Story 65:
My name is Adam, and i have this friend named brandi... and she has a problem.... everytime she gets high she gets horny and has sex with just these random guys.... now shes pregnant and doesn't know who the father is...it's probably some greesy drug addict and she'll never be the same./..

Story 66:
I started smoking when i was 13 years old. i was in the philippines, living with my grandparents. i smoked for like a year. every after school i would go to my friend's house to smoke and drink and get drunk. one time i came home late, drunk and feeling dizzy. i couldn't even walk straight. after that night it feels like my head was gonna blow out. but that didn't make stop from doing it. i still ended up doing the same thing over and over again. when i came here in america. i was craving for it, but i couldnt do it 'cuz my mom was too strict to let me. until i got over it and finally realized it didnt do me good. looking back at those old times when i was getting drunk, it's not really fun and wont do good to you. it will 'cause you death. so if i were you, D0NT D0 iT! dont even think about tryin it. Hope my strory will inspire you not to use drugs. and yes i'm a GiRL.

Story 67:
i read the other stories and i rememered what happend to my brother. on december 28 2001 my brother was gonna go out to see his girl and 3 girls and 2 dudesgot in my brothers car they started drinking and a they got into a car accident. they all died but my brother was the only one who wasnt using drugs or drinking alcahol. the worst part is that i never talked to my brother and now i regret it so much.

Story 68:
I never thought I would be submitting a story to a drug awareness website. I am staying with a relative who is a Youth Development Coordinator. I live in GA and there is not a whole lot of things to do. About two years ago, I started smoking weed with a "friend". Well for anyone reading this who is interested in trying marijuana, please understand that whoever you are making this decision with is NOT your friend. Friends don't let you screw up. I had no idea how smoking weed would make my body feel; I didn't know what it was supposed to look like or smell like. Well after smoking on and off for the first year and VERY regularly the last year. I found myself extremely restless and unable to sleep on evening. I forced myself to lie down anyway and by 3:30 a.m. I found myself in a cold sweat on the floor of my dorm room unable to breathe and feeling as if someone was jumping up and down on my chest. The next thing I remember was my relative, the youth development coordinator, telling me I had a heart attack. At nineteen, I had a heart attack. The weed I had been smoking regularly for a year had been laced with cocaine. In my attempt to get ready for summer, I had began to take diet pills that didn't mix well with the coacaine I had been unknowingly used. I almost let my FRIEND kill me. Wake up if you are considering drug use of any sort. The brief pleasure is not worth the lifetime of pain.

Story 69:
I've smoked weed for awhile and I'm fine. Some of you are kinda stupid but I see where you're coming from. I do well in school and everything. I just wanted to let you know that not all pot heads are idiots, many of us are intelligent people. Many of you come on here with horrible grammar and spelling and it makes me wonder if you yourself are on drugs and some of these stories are obviously made up. I respect people and their decisions, especially those who don't do drugs.

Story 70:
I am in my twenties and just want to let all of you know what terrible effects drungs and alcohol have on your life. I have been with an amazing man for a few years and I love him with all of my heart and soul. I have to leave him, this man with whom I wanted to spend the rest of my life. Why? Becuase he is an alcoholic. I used to be able to see some humanity in him. Now he is turning in to a pathetic waste, a shell of a man. Drinking beer. He's not even into liquor. Just plain old beer. Then came the crack cocaine. When he's doing it it's like I'm not even there. He doesn't look at me the same way that he used to. We used to talk and have fun. Those days are over. He is miserable when he is not drinking and worse when he is. Run as fast and as far as you can from anyone who has a drinking or drug problem. Never date an addict. Spare yourself the loneliness and emptiness they cause. They will bring you down becuase they feel bad about themselves. Everything will be your fault and you will be the reason that they need a buzz. You are all here for a reason. Follow your heart ...

Story 71:
I started using in the ninth grade. I grew up in a home where my Dad was a pastor of a local church. I am the youngest of four children. My Mom and Dad were 44 and 49 when I was born. My oldest brother Jon was so awesome. He had an ear for music and so he was always in a band. He was allowed to invite all sorts of "friends" into our home. My next older brother was 4 yrs younger than Jon. He got caught up in the whole partying scene pretty early. Since my Dad was a pastor, there was a lot of pressure to be an example, and I think that it was really hard on both of them. As I grew up, I was interested in smoking and other things, because they did it. I often found parpehnalia in theri rooms. WHen they were grown or sort of, you stop maturing when you use. My counselor toldme that. Anyway, they moved out, my Dad divorced my mom, I got taken out of the private school, becasue it cost more thatn my mom could afford. They made me retake ninth grade, my credits would't transfer. Man I was so angry. I was in class with a bunch of kids that wre younger than me Then, I met some girls that smoked and used pot. We began trying other things, like acid . I really felt good abut myself. I continued using for a long time.I am clean and sober now. I really wish I had finished high school. I was so smart. Still am. But you lose your edge when you use. Please don't start. It is so hard to quit and you don't maek good friends. You may think they are your friends, but they will eat you alive. My "best" friend, really hurt me. I wish I culd go back. Oh wel, If you learn something let it be, don't start. That's what I tell my kids now. I hope you remember that.

Story 72:
A short walk. The other day at the end of nutrition while I was walking with a friend of mine, she was babbling about something to do with our English essay and the made-up "madness" in our lives I interrupted and said. "I need something new" she seemed confused. I mean she had no idea what I was talking about. "I mean need something stronger something new something that will affect me" she was still lost. The last word I heard her say was "crack" so I used it as a clue... "Well the last word u said was 'crack'". She now understood. "I mean it's so boring now it sucks." I said. She was listing. "I mean it used to be so fun. It seemed like such a rush now is too easy." she replied "yea I know what u mean... when me and Jane used to hide in the bathroom to do our shit and getting it was always something I... I mean... like it was. Actually more fun to get it and all the before then to" "actually do the shit" we both said at the same time. I laughed... and agreed again... i was a little out of it. she went in to her class and said bye as I kept going on to mine and thought "yea the rush they your doing something illegal and all that shit was fun... but it leaves u with a depressed addiction." I continued to my class. I have never done "crack".... but I had something new. By Nirvanainnirvana

Story 73:
A year ago was my first dance with the Devil. The first time i shot up heroin was like falling in love, a dangerous affair that cost me my health and my life as I knew it. Sure I thought I would never be a junkie, but let me tell you something there's only 2 ways of doing dope, all the time or not at all. I lost my jobs, my freinds, and sold anything I had worth money. I stole to support my habit which cost me about $200-$400 a day, some of the people I used with resorted to selling themselves(guys and girls) this where I almost ended up. When ur hooked and don't have it the withdrawl is hell, its so painful and will make you do anything to get it. Being a junkie is like a full time job, dope is all you think about and care about all that matters is getting that next high.Well after going to many detoxes and rehabs I'm still struggling with it, all I have left is a bad habit and Hep C(a chronic liver disease). The high u get from smack is unbelievable but there is a fatal price to pay for it. Its like hotel California you can check out any time you like but you can't ever leave.

Story 74:
One day was faded i was high like the birds so you know i was hungry I HAD THE MUNCHIES so since i was so high i robbed a store i got caught and i had to face the consequenses the end.

Story 75:
one day, i was going to my friend's football game. everyone was doing ecstacy so i thought i would join. if i could go back in time, i would have never gotten myself into it. i got so high that i ran to the football game....butt naked. people took pictures and they were posted all over school the next day. i am now known as NAKIE, i will never live it down. yours truly, nakie

Story 76:
well i've read alot of the stories on the site and it reminds me of me and my bestfriend, my bestfriend was a cutter and i made her stop. now me and her do lots of ice as u guys call it meth but thank god we are quiting now because some how our older bothers found out and threaten to tell our parents

Story 77:
If anyone is reading this i just whant you to know that drugs are no joke.Drugs will fuck up your life.I live between the city of LA and the valley of SanFernando.The town I stay at is known as "tweaker's town".I took my first hit of weed(marijuana)when I was a freshman in high school. I got high in a Mc Donalds restroom, it was also the first time I saw a narc officer. After that day I would get high every day all day. I smoked weed for a long time, but I started to notice that I would act stupid around people wen I was high. One day in P.E. class a youngster left his drugs were we were sitting all stoned. I took a key shot of crystalmeth that day,it burned my nose but I liked it.One day I went to school to look for marijuana but there were no conects for weed that day. I saw a friend that was selling crystalmeth,I had twenty dollars on me, he said by some crystal. I snorted half of a twenty of crystal that day. It maid me feel like "super man".After that day I would prefer crystalmeth over weed any time.I started buying larger amounts of speed,sleeping and eating less.I would'nt eat or sleep for a weak and I would snore about 15 lines a day and wen I didnt have it anymore ,all i could think about was snording a big line of crystal meth. I was sober for about 4 months,I was trying to catch up in school but I would eventualy end up doing drugs and smoking weed again.I did "coke" for a while, mostly wen drinking.I tried crack, angel dust or pcp,even heroin.My "fix"was always crystalmeth.I started drinking alot even just to forget about the type of life I was living.One day a friend told me that wen they did'nt have no more beer, they drank a little Rubbing Alcohol,it gave him a "buzz".I desided to try it. I got home and I looked for abottle of Rubbing Alcohol, I poured some in a cup with some soda and drank it. It tasted strong but it worked. I would drink large amounts of pure alchol.One weekend I drank half a bottle of RubbingAlcohol and was drunk for three days. I would throwup alot, and even wen I threw up all that I had in my guts I started trowing up blood.My mom would ask me wat was wrong with me and I told her it must have been something I ate.To make my story short, I still drink a little but I try not to do drugs like I used to.My school education is fucked up. I am almost 18 and Im still stuck with 9th grade credits.Im not proud of the shit I have dun,but I hope it will help you in some way.Look for help, talk to someone you trust about your problem.You might still have a chance to fix your life. "Thank you for reading this."

Story 78:
a friend used pot once. it was his first time, but he got really out of it, and went out wandering to get some food late in the afternoon. He was crossing the road wasted, walked straight out in front of a school bus. The school bus swerved at the last minute and crashed into a gas station. All the kids on the bus died. I've heard this happens every time you smoke it.

Story 79:
me, my ex boyfriend doug and best friend laura were trying to find somethin to do one saturday night and decided we should get a hotel and get faded. maybe even pop a pill of ecstacy. 2 hours later we got some e and rolled for hours together! from what I remember that night was over dehydrating. i layed there in the bed with doug and laura screaming over me because they thought i was dyeing. I was almost seizuring and i was turning bright red. sweat was dripping off of me and i couldnt breathe. they kept making me drink water and they were pouring buckets of ice and water on top of me. after 20 mins, i snapped out of it and took a cold bath for an hour straight not knowing what was going on. ever since this bad trip i had on e...i will never do it again. laura wont either.. and doug... hes history in life. hes a drug addict and he is the one that got me into all that. thank god hes out of my life.. see where hes goin in life 5 years from now.

Story 80:
I first started using drugs when I was 13. I found a stash of weed my parents had. Smoking weed was a way to pass time, forget reality, and explore alternative frames of mind. At fifeteen I discovered coke - the rush and adventure was innitially exciting despite the terror of heart palpitations and coming down. Snorting turned to Crack - a more instant high and a more terrifying low. During this time I dropped out of high school, watched friends destoy their lives, and die because of drug related causes. I found my way back to finding myself and controlling my destiny - I made a decision that I did not want to die or end up in jail as a result of a dillusionary rush. From that point on I set goals and changed my life. Good luck to all of you and never forget that you do have the power of choice.

Story 81:
I used to have a friend,in the third grade.I knew her since the first grade, all the way to fifth grade.And she was always getting into trouble, and I never knew why. She was one of those kids who bullied others, and that didnt really care what happens to her or them.And, then I found out why she was like that...She was on drugs...I never found out what happened to her anymore. Now I'm now in the 8th grade, and I still remember her...I always do. Even if she was the way she was, 'cuz I know thaty deep inside of her is a caring person...-Emily.X-

Story 82:
i have a really great friend who anybody can trust, but he has a problem. One day we were talking and he told me that his mom smokes all this shit and she gives him some too. I got really pissed. How can a mom do that to her son? Well, I have tried to get him to stop. We're only in the 9th grade and he's fucking up already. He has been trying to qiut since I talked to him. When his mom grounds him, she takes away all his pipes and drugs. I talk to him at least once a week about him quitting smoking but now it's harder since he has a gf that also smokes. I talk to both of them now about quitting and somehow it seems that they're both working on quitting. It only seems though, they try to play it off when i'm there but I have friends that tell me what happens at their parties and that they are always the ones passing out and getting high of all their shit. TRUE FRIENDS DON'T LET FRIENDS SMOKE OR DO ANY OTHER SHIT WHERE THEY CAN FUCK UP THEIR LIFE!!!

Story 83:
i am a good student, a good athlete and a good citizen. the reason why i say this because drugs do not discrimnate. i decided to try be cool and try weed. and although i knew it was wrong, i did it anyways. now im pregnant.

Story 84:
I think my cousin is smoking and he is my best friend. I found cigerattes in his car.

Story 85:
my dad was out really late one night. and my mom started to get really worried. so she went out to look for him and she left me and my younger 2 sisters jamie and jessica at home with our aunt linnie. she told us before she left to be in bed by nine. that night, not knowing where my parents were, i was awake all night. i could'nt close my eyes. in the middle of the night at around 1:00am, i heard the door open. i quickely ran out of my room. i checked if my little sisters were okay, and then i ran to the living room. i saw my mom sitting in the corner crying harder then i have everseen anyone cry before. my aunt told me to go to bed. i was just about to walk into my room when my mom came in and told me why she was crying. she told me that when she went to go look for my dad, she found him dead on the floor with a sigaret in his hand. i got so frightend! when my sisters got old enough to understand, i had to tell them what happened. they had so much pressure on them that, well,... at the age of 14, jessica started smoking and doing drugs. she would have been turning 17 this year. sadely, only my little sister jaimie and i are left in this family.

Story 86:
.......I dont know what im doing but i just cant find my self i dont know what im doing anymore I dont know were Im heading and I cant find myself because I got lost in someone else.......

Story 87:
one saturday me and my friends were at Michelle's house . There were6 ofus counting me. We were hearing music and dancing. After that we were going to see a movie. But then one of my friends haded to bring up if we ha d ever tried drugs or beer. Then in my friends house her mom haded beer in the fridge but her mom don't drink neither her dad they use it for turkey. One of my friends went inside the kitchen and got the beer and drinks half of the beer and the girl that lives there gets mad at 2 of themm cuz they started drinking more than half , that person was one of me. So don;t try it don't be dumm you will regret it.

Story 88:
me and my buddy had a real good relationship in high school. then one day one of our friends told us she would sometimes do cristal. we had never tried it she said it was so good so we decided to try it just once to see what the big deal was all about. after a while of using it we tried to stop using it we would do it every other day. well it was hard to stop instead we started craving it more and began to use it everyday!!! now its been like four months we do it every day its so weird to not do it and we sniff it so now our nose is peeling inside and aometimes bleeds we're so confused and scared but with sum help we're gonna stop!

Story 89:
my name is andrew and one day i was walking and smoking with pat. then he got hit by a car. the end

Story 90:
My best friend used drugs ended up dead. Think about that.

Story 91:
Hey, my name is yesenia and I have a boyfriend that smokes alot and that really upsets me!

Story 92:
I grew up with addict parents my father was an alcohalic and my mom was addicted to herion. I've seen everything from her shooting up right im front of me and her making me steel things so she can get money to get her drugd i 've seen my father beat my mom till she would start to bleed and to make a long story short im 19 years now old and have been on my own since i was thirtheen b/c they choose drugs and alcohal over me and my brothers and sisters. Now they live on the street in the rain cold and they are getting locked up every other day my mother sells her body to get drugs she steels anything she can all b/c she tried herion once and now they are both crack heads . Now to all you kids thats think it's cool think about this for one second would you every want to see yourself leaving your kids and stealing and selling you body just to get high. To all the kids that have gone through this you will get through it. I know it's hard but don't let temptation get to you b/c you'll be throwing ur whole life away for drugs.

Story 93:
im 17 years old and i hate the word drugs. i have lost many love ones for that idiotic word. that thing that they so call relaxing. the person that hurt me more losing was my uncle. now, he has no family, no friends, and lives out in the streets some where. he cant see his kid do good in school. or he cant even walk his daughter down the aile. drugs make you go crazy. make you lose whats more important in this life time. just dont them, because they'll end up doing YOU !!!

Story 94:
I was taking a stroll at night because my parents were having an argument.i was walking i saw alot of smoke coming from an area of trees.I thought it was fire so i ran over to see what it was.I then heard alot of laughing.So when i cleared through the trees i saw these peoples.They had a bong and they were smoking POT.After about ten minutes a new one came in he started acting wierd.He just started to act hyper.His friends got annoyed with him and they told him to go home.As i followed him throught the field he started to walk in the middle of the highway.I then saw a truck coming toward him.He gots hit and flew 20 feet into a store window.He still was smiling when he was laughing.His arm was wrapped around his neck lick a snake, and his foot was touchin his forhead.The next day the kids got caught.They were found laying naked by a tree.That tought me to never do pot.

Story 95:
My aunt was in her room and um... I walked in and she was laying there unconcous and she overdosed on pills and the naxt thing I remember was her getting all weird and she was like alive but like passing out. She had to get her stomach pumped and almost died! Now she can't remember things that she did before that event happened. Which is sad because she can't remember her childhood friends or anything in related. But now she realizes life is more important than anything and you should make the best out of it.

Story 96:
Me and my friend Pablo were walking around one day downtown. A man walked up to us, he was about 6 foot and was pretty thick. Pablo told me it was ok becuase he knew the man and he said he was buying from him. We had done weed together and drank together. He went over to the man and gave him money for the weed and we went behind a mini mart and smoked it. Right away i knew it wasnt regular weed. A little later we were giggling and all the sudden my friend started foaming out of the mouth. I didnt know what to do and i didnt want to get in trouble so i jus left him there and ran. Two days later i saw in the newspapers he was dead.

Story 97:
my brothers friends my brothers friends were smoking and drinking they asked him to try it that he did and is now adicted I'll never do this!!!!!

Story 98:
i started doing weed wen i waz twelve nd now i cant stop just dont do it

Story 99:
one day i was walking from my frineds house to my house and i saw my ex(friend) and she was pale and was rocking back and forth she said she smoked pot and if u looked at her like i did u can tell.wel anyways then i told her why dont u go home she said hell no cause shell egt in trouble welll she was alomost going to vomit wel my point is dont smoke like her cause ull get like her all nasty and stuff

Story 100:
MY BROTHER CAN'T STOP DRINKING THAT HE ALMOST GOT RAN OVER BY A CAR AND I SAVED HIM

Story 101:
my story is very depressing nd i want u guys to know this one day i waz out after scool nd i went out wit my friends. well in this case i didnt know were we were goin . then we ended up at one ovv my friends house. wat we did there is sumtin i never forget. we drank we did drugs. we smoked weed nd we drank beer. we used ectasy we also did herooine. we did lots of bad things. nd then later on that nite i felt high nd stupid. i knew it waz wrong. i knew doin this would mess me up. but i did it anyways. then my girlfriend called me nd i told her wat i had did nd she got mad at me. i regret doin all ovvv that. all these drugs made me lose sumtin importanat. if u have a problem like this u should never drink or do drugs. but that decisiion is up to u

Story 102:
well my story begins well i dont know how to describe it..but its kinda of tragic and sad in a way..but also stupid for the ways i took......Im only fifteen and i use drugs. I think because i dont know for sure but im addicted to crystal meth. The drug seemed to make my emotional reactions dessapear just like that. Its great i have no idea that these white crystals could make your feelings of negative reaction go away like that. But i chose to first do it cause of family poblems then i quit for a guy that i actually fell in love with for the first time, He was my first true love. He still is. I still love him..but he doesnt even want to speak to me or look at me anymore for the chaos i put him through.and whats even more sad not only am i still in love with him but lost my virginty to him. He not only broke up with me cause i was too depressed foir him to deal with but i was a cutter and he couldnt handle me anymore..he felt like he was being dragged along with me. I was in so much sadness taht i went back to drugs..and worse very worse to the point my friends threatned me with thier friendship they had with me. I made them cry all the time for what i was puttin them through..but were was my bf who just broke up with me????yeah he wasnt thier for support at all...even when i gave him a letter about me being back on drugs and cutting myself really bad. not only that but i found out from his own friend that he was only with me for sex and just dumped me when he was done...that made it worse for me even more....but long story short...i overdosed when i finally confronted my ex again from the overwelming of the answers he gave me..then i lost friends from that......but then after taht i alomost overdose again cause i see him with his brand new gf that i didnt know he had intill i saw him kissing her and hugging her....which caused my friends to beat him up for makin me suffer over him.And after that and a rumble that happend from my friends beatin up my ex..caused him to hate me. My ex the guy i still love hates me wont even speak or look at me...the guy who i lost it to doesnt want to be apart of a friendship taht we once had intill i let my feelinggs take over me from drugs to destroy of us and my young life....and so i still do drugs and cut cause now that my ex doesnt care for me anymore it doesnt seem worth it to stop from what i dont have anymore that i only love.

Story 103:
My dad was a major alcoholic and when I moved in with him he controlled it to only on the week-ends, which is fine cuz i'm usually out on the week-ends with my friends. well, i was grounded and had to stay home. he started drinking, and let me tell you, my dad is a champ he'll drink until he passes out and when he wakes up he starts again. he drinks so much i can usually just take a whole bottle without him noticing, he just thinks he drank it. this one time, he was wasted and so was i and we started to fight. eventually things got so out of hand he pulled me up by my hair and threw me on the couch and pinned me down and was screaming in my face. i kept yelling at him to get the fuck off of me but he wouldn't he started hitting me and wouldn't stop. i finally got up and just cussed him out for what he did. i'm still pretty pissed about what happened, but he's my dad and i forgave him. i dont' really care if he drinks still, but i just want him to leave me alone.

Story 104:
it was June 18th and everyone had been walking home from school when a man came up to my friend and i.he had offered her some drugs.i thought it was just a cigerett but when i looked closer it was a small bag with something white and cracked up in it.it was called crack i was very suprised and scarred cause my friend had takkin the bag and now we were walking off into the distance.a little bit later my riend offered me a sniff i said no and started to walk home. that night i called her on the phone and she said she felt woosy and a bit weaker than she already was.then out of no where she started yellin at me. the next day she still had the crack and still she tryed to offer me some i still refused,we went to lunch and then after lunch she had a major group of mood swings along with one that got her killed.that day she had been angry at just about the whole world and now she had a gun and was pointing the gun at her head and was crying then she shot the gun and before she shot herself she lipped out the word of sorry.i was petrified and have never seen or been around drugs ever since.i still remember the story and her laughter but i am still scarred with the sight of having to see my best friend die and i still write this story and speak of it to protect all of the others that could see what i did when you would never have even thought of the consequenses of the very harmful substances called drugs.

Story 105:
One day, while going to my friends house is saw my bro with some really strange looking kids. They turned out to be drugies, but I know that he will never get into drugs. Not until the day that he was in the Hospital. In a coma.

Story 106:
We knew a kid who took drug before going with his mom to the store. He told his mom he had to go to the restroom. While his mom was waiting for him down stairs he got high. His mom went up to check on him because he had taken a long time. When his mom saw him he was on the floor dead.

Story 107:
me and my best friend were so close, like sisters, we would do everything together. one day we were both curious about Crystal and she decided to try it which gave me the courage to try it cuz she said it was crazy. i started doing it once or twice a month, the same as her. but suddenly she started kicking it with this other girl and started selling it, she would do big ass lines and started missing class often, since i didn't want to do as much and as many times and didnt want to get out of class she started saying that i was not fun and that i was a winnie. i've tried telling her but she says that she has it under control, she has done up to six lines in one day and has lost a lot of weight and she does not eat. All she wants is lose weight, and yeah she has lost weight but all the skin jst hangs. dont do crystal, it makes you change the way you are, it made us lose that good healthy friendship we had. :(

Story 108:
My friends and I all drink, smoke ganj, and have tried other drugs. It all started when we tried speed (crystal meth) one day at school. We smoked it several times during the day. I went home and cleaned my house, my chest felt like it was going to burst open, and my legs went completely numb. It was horrible. After that I never did speed again, but two of my friends did it everyday for a month, then they quit. After that I started doing adderrall, a prescribed medicine for people with adhd, practically everyday. I needed the feeling. We did all kinds of pills at school; one day we took two small red pills, supposedly prescribed for kids with really bad ADD. It made me pass out during class, and after I became conscious again, I was so tired I wanted to cry. All I wanted to do was go home. Then we tried coke, which we loved, but never did again at risk of getting addicted. Although these days, just from trying it that one night, I crave it so badly. It was amazing, as horrible as that is to say. Just yesterday I crushed up an over-the-counter pain relever just so I could snort something, feel the rush and numbness of something going up my nose. Me and my friends have done ecstasy twice, once at school, where I hallucinated that the clock was totally blank, and I couldn't see what time it was. And when it set in, I was so dizzy, everything was tinted blue, and I seriouslu felt like I was going to die. Then we were rolling again at a party, one that had body guards everywhere looking at us suspiciously...we were constantly dehydrated, teeth chattering, but all in all it was very fun to dance around and to have distorted vision. When I got home after the party, I would close my eyes and literally hallucinate that I was back at the party. I was having conversations with my friends, dancing, hearing the music pounding in my ears. But when I opened my eyes it would all go away. It was driving me insane. Needless to say, I didn't get very much sleep that night. After that, me and my friends haven't tried any new drug; we're high practically everyday, we get drunk at school. Everyone at school thinks we're crackheads, they are constantly asking us "can we buy some crack?" it really hurts, because people don't understand we're just experimenting. We don't do anything on a regular basis, except smoke weed, and they think we do coke everyday. Our reputations are completely trashed. So just remember, it only takes a moment, one high, to change your life, your reputation, your goals, forever.

Story 109:
I came across this site by fluke and figure i'll leave a little mark, maybe it'll help someone else. I'm in my late 20's and finally have something of a life. I've read the other stories in here and can see bits of me in most of them. You know it really is sad ~ some of these people just won't get it until they've lost everything and some will never get it because they won't live long enough to get it. I'm not even 30 years old and i've spent more of my life on drugs than i have straight. i've done it all, been seriously addicted to most drugs at one point or another. i noticed alot of people pointing out "i'm not a drug addict but...", there are no but's. addiction does not mean needle in the arm living on the side of the road in a cardboard box (even though that's where some of us end up), most addicts don't even go through physical withdrawal when they get clean - addiction is not being able to control the use of a substace. bad things are happening all around you and you keep on going. the consequences you've been facing, no matter how terrible, are not enough to outweigh what the drug does for you. that's what most people consider "hitting bottom", when it's become to painful, when it hurts enough to make you want to stop. unfortunatly addicts are blink to what they're doing and honestly just cannot see until it's too late. i've done it all, all of it. the killer for me was heroin, drugs like heroin (morphine, dilaudid - oc isn't all that either). the little that i had left, heroin took from me, actually, i willingly gave up with a giant smile. heroin isn't the way trainspotting makes it look, junkies don't share and they don't have a pile of friends. they cut themselves off from the world. they don'tanswer the phone, theydon't answer the door, and the only time they go out is toget more dope. the rest of the time is spent locked away in the corner of some room sticking aneedle in your arm every 4 to 6 hours. this is what i did, this is what they all do. i tried to stop more times than i can count but there's a funny thing to quitting - it's not about how strong you are, and it's not a matter of will power, it's about life or death and it's different for everyone. today i am clean thanks to methadone. it is not a wonder drug or a cure, it's a tool. i had what it took to clean up, physically i couldn't do it, i just coudn't do it and methadone has allowed me that. it's a powder mixed with juice and i drink it every morning, take it once a day, and it keeps me from getting sick. it does not get me high or make me feel funny in any way - it allows me to get my life back, do the things i need to do and then when i'm ready i slowly decrease my dosage down to zero. some people will take it for the rest of their lives, it's all up to the individual. (many people compare it to a diabetic taking insulin) i'm still in the process of making myself better and am nowhere near ready to wean off yet - and when the time comes, if at some point in the weaning process i find i'm wanting to get high or just can't stop myself from mental/physical urges (if they keep getting worse the lower my dose gets) i'll increase it and take it from there. i've already made my choice between 1 a life of active addiction and terrifying misery and 2, a happy and normal life where the only difference between me and you is the little cup of juice i drin in the morning....

Story 110:
I THINK THAT MY COUSIN IS USING DRUGS BUT I FEEL SO BAD ABOUT THAT

Story 111:
Once my brother went to a party with his best friend. He got to my house like around 1:00 in the night. When we went to sleep he trough up and then my mom noticed that he drank some type of drug. And he said that in the party some guys gave him something to drink and then he drank it. And then my mom and my dad figured out that those guys that gave my brother something to drink put the drug inside the drink that my brother drank.

Story 112:
My brother and two others would probably be alive if they did not drink and drive. Denny, Why didn't you take the bus with the other college students going to the Cinco de Mayo party? Why were you so drunk that you let some one else who wasn't familiar with you car or road drive that night in May on that gravel onramp to the Highway of Death in Arizona? I can only guess you thought her driving would be better than yours...WRONG!Oh, Denny, our parents, my children, your relatives, friends, and students all wish that you hadn't been drinking so you would still be alive to enjoy your life with us. We loved; we love you but can never see you again on this earth! Dear readers, I hope you think twice about drinking; your family and friends love you and want you to live, not die.

Story 113:
well mine story is simple well i should say our me and my friends started doing 'Nas' or inhailing this chemical that is use to clean computers we got to a point that we didnt care the place to do nas theaters,parks,sidewalk,mall etc.. one day me and mine friends were doing it and one of them pass out for two hours skaking and crying inside of mine friend car and after this whole incident we didnt stop i remember one time we did 5 cans in just one day we thought it was fun counting all toghether we did about 25 cans thank god nothing happens to us so to u all kids who might think this is fun well believe it will turn to a point that even with just smeling it u lll throw up and make u sick to ur stomach and even today i have lost memory,mine ability to talk,and regonize things so u better believe it ITS NO FUN

Story 114:
I know this is a drug awareness site, but there is another addiction out there called cutting which is just as bad. My best friend cuts herself like crazy, and I hate it. She's so pretty and fit, but she cuts herself constantly. Her scars really take away from her beauty. Last month I went to her house and saw some cuts on her leg. I told her to show me all of them, and she did. There were 62 on her left leg, 63 on her right leg, and 9 on her arm. Those were just the fresh ones, she had plenty of scars already there before that. It's really gross. I wish she would stop, but she won't. On top of that, she's taken a liking to coke. Hopefully someday she'll stop destroying herself.

Story 115:
I went to my friend's birthday party a while ago and it was really crazy because her parents were out of town. I bought some really high quality shrooms from my good friend who had eaten about an eighth of the same stash half an our earlier. It was his first time shrooming, and if you know much about shrooms, that's way too much for your first time. I ate about 1/2 an eighth, and then a little while afterward my friend blacked out. He passed out while he was standing on the stairs and fell down them and hit his head on the concrete. Apparantly he hadn't eaten all day. I was scared sh*tless because I had just eaten the same ones he did. Then he started shaking and seizuring. We were all freaking out and we tried to give him water but it just dribbled down his chin and went all over his sweatshirt. When he tried to talk to us it just came out as mumbles and incomplete sentences, we couldn't get any information out of him. He started throwing up A LOT, and he couldn't even stand up to go to the bathroom to pee. We had to take care of him the whole night and it ruined the party. He's lucky he has such caring friends. Imagine if you were in his shoes, and no one wanted to take care of you.

Story 116:
I am 14 years old and I have been using drugs since i was 11. I was able to stay off it for a while but then in High school I use to smoke tweek and drink about everyday. There wasnt a day I wasnt faded or drunk in school I would ditch alot and i know that I fucked up my life. One day I had a really great argument and i took about 8 pills that had codeine in which i had to get detoxed and it was my 10 time trying to commit suicide but this time it almost worked and in a way i was happy because i thought all my problems would go away but i was wrong because afetr i got detoxed i ended up in a mental hospital for ab out a week. in a way I leraned my lesson and i dont do drugs anymore but i do crave it sometimes but im trying to stay off it for myself and for the people who love me.

Story 117:
I am only 16, but I have done my fair share of drugs. Ecstacy, Meth, Coke, Pot, Shrooms, Vicodin, Codine, Sleeping Pills, Cough syrrup, Whippets, the works. But through my experience I have learned a lot about what certain drugs can do to a person. Drugs can slow you down physically, mentally, and phsycologically. Not to mention completely destroy you emotionally. You can't always think straight when you're high, and it can get you into a lot of trouble. My exboyfriend went out one night to a bad neighborhood, where he didn't fit in, to buy some speed for us. Luckily I stayed at home because his mom called me 4 hours later screaming, "He's at the f*cking police station for buying methamphetamines!" Since he was 17, he didn't go to jail, but if he was he'd still be there today. That was over two years ago, and I still do speed, even though I know my parents would disown me, I can't help it, I don't want to stop. Do yourself a favor and don't even try them, there's no sure way of knowing what they can do to your body, your friendships, or your future.

Story 118:
There is this girl and I know that her brother does weed.She even knows it to but she won't tell her parents.She thinks that if she tells her parents that her brother does weed that he will not trust her again. Me and my friend from down the street try to tell her that she is really just hurting her brother by not telling but she won't listen. I hope that she does because if she doesn't tell and he gets sick or ill it will be her fault and then she will really feel bad. I tell her that the person that doesn't tell is just as bad as the person that does the drugs. So if you know somone who is doing drugs tell somone so they can get help.

Story 119:
I am currently 15 years old. When I was 12, my mother had to go to New York for a job, and she left me home in california with my father. My father had been an alcoholic through out his life, but had been sober for six years, and i had never witnessed him drinking in my lifetime. However, when my mother left, i soon started noticing my Dad acting weird... I started finding empty beer bottles in the trash and towards the end, actually witnessing my father drink. One night, when my dad was actually drunk off his ass, i got into an arguement with him. I had never fought with my dad before that. I called my friend's mom and had her pick me up. I went to her house, then called my Mom in New York. I told her about everything that happened. The next day, at around 4 in the after noon, while i was still at my friend's house, my mom showed up at her house. I was very suprised and confused as to why she was there. Later that day, I found out my father had died alone at our home, from an enlarged heart and heart attack... due to alcohol poisening..... Just wanted to remind you all that when you are addicted to something... you hurt more people than just yourself.. thanx

Story 120:
i'm a young girl about 15 and like very addicted too weed and ciegerettes. i've tried to quite weed but i cant give up the addiction. I realize it is bad for me but i figure i'll get over it soon enough. because i mean all i got is today.....i did quite drinking and other habits though...

Story 121:
one of my mother's friends husband used to smoke a lot of weed as a teenager and into his adult life. because of that, he is not able to have children, his semen count is too low. my mom's friend is just devistated. think before you do drugs cuz they will affect you in the future.

Story 122:
One day my mom and my sis started to argue. My sis had a couple of pills that are called roachas. She locked herself in the room and took a lot. She almost died from takin so many. Both her kids (a 3 yr old and a 9 month) saw what she had done. Even though though they didn't know what she had done, they were scared because all they knew was that mommy was on the ground and would not wake up. She is now in the hospital recovering. When you get in an arguement or get depressed, drugs aren't the way to go, eventhough it seems like it is. You sould deal with it or try to fix it.

Story 123:
It was just another friday, i was hangin out with my friends Jake and Jennifer. They both know i smoked, and were pretty cool with it. Jen didn't like smoking that much but she said i could smoke a few bowls at her house .It was some pretty nice smellin stuff. i packed a big bowl and lit it up. After like 4 hits i was staring out the window then blacked out. When i woke up i was on the floor and was like "what the heck just happened?" I picked the rest of the stuff up and put it back in the bowl and kept on tokin for about another half hour. I started feelin it, and i started hearing voices. I was sittin cross-legged on the floor, and it felt like i had legs comin out of my butt, my knees, and my back. I could hear them saying "you think he's high yet?" They were hitting me with pillows every few minutes to keep me smoking. I was so spaced, i heard some one say "we have liftoff" and i also heard Lucky the leprechan from that cereal talking to me. After a while out of no where, i puked my guts out. Jen started freakin' out and said she hated me cause it was her house. Jake was freakin' out and i just lost it. I thought my parents were gonna find out i smoked and get super pissed at me. I didn't know what to do, so i broke down and cried.I was freakin out and they had to help clean me up and clean up the floor. It sucked man, i was sayin i was a loser and saying everyone hated me. After a while i putted myself some what together, and we packed up my stuff and we left. Jen went over to her grandmother's and Jake went to his house which was only like 2 blocks away. I was freakin out when he said he wasn't gonna help me get to my dad's shop which was like a mile and a half away. Since then I've had flash backs of a few things: about all i remember is hearing "Joe i hate you!", and wallin around awhile crying saying i had no friends left, and my life sucked. But Jake and Jen are still my friends, and i am happy about it cause i was mostly cryin when we were cleaning up. It goes to show you that being stoned is great fun, but will mess you up. When we talk about after, Jake and Jen make fun of me, We wonder if the weed was laced with raid, or acid, or something bad. I still smoked for like a month after than before i was caught.

Story 124:
My oldest brother had done his share of cocaine, pot, and drinking periodically, but was never an addict. He and my other brother (the 3 of us) used to hang out and party together and we usually preferred the high of cocaine to the other two, but eventually quit after some freakish experiences. Soon after snorting a small line, (we used to do cocaine for days at a time), I felt a massive pain in the back of my head and I thought I was having an aneurism. I began to lose consciousness and began praying to God. My entire life flashed before my eyes, I was so terrified of dying that I prayed that if I somehow survived that I would never touch drugs again. Well, I survived and I actually did cocaine about 2 more times, that was in 1990. I have not touched pot or cocaine now for 13 years, including my 2nd oldest brother. But, in 1997 my oldest brother got caught up with the wrong crowd (even though he was 40 years old) and he began doing speed. My 2nd oldest brother and I were shocked. I had tried speed twice and I only wanted to go searching for a fight. Well, suffice to say I was woken on a dark and dreary February 1998 morning by my father and he said that I have to come in the living room at once. He then told me that Glenn, (my oldest brother) had committed suicide. I went in the living room and there were two detectives, police officers, and a psychiatrist. They told us that Glenn had committed suicide and then they began to ask us questions about some girl. They asked us if we had known this one girl and we answered, "yes, she was a friend of Glenn's." After a few more questions, I asked why we were being asked about her. And they replied, before he took his own life, he shot and killed her. (and she was only 15 years old).

Story 125:
I smoke weed and I like to smoke weed but I no its not good for me. but most of my m8z smoke weed too, so I jst smoke it 2!! I get the lady's smoking weed to because they love it too. but I need to stop smoking weed. it's killing me.

Story 126:
one night me and my buddy were playing video games. my crazy sister was downstairs smoking weed. me and my friend went down to see if she was alright. then when we got down their, she was about to eat a whole bag of the cronic. me and my friend stopped her from doing that. when she was sleeping me and my friend found a lot of weed, being stupid, we smoked it all the whole big bag. my parents just walked in the door when we finished it. we got in huge big, big trouble and got arrested because of it. after that day i never smoked weed or did any other drugs again.

Story 127:
A few months ago my friend and i went to a music festival. We were having a great day and near the end of the festival, right before the last act a few guys came up to us and offered to give us each a pill (ecstacy) for free. we had both tried eccies before and had fun on it so we accepted.Anyway, we took our pills and went and waited for xibit to come on. There was heaps of people there to see it and i started to feel really nautious and overheated. As soon as the music started playing everyone started pushing and crushing the people at the front against the barricade. My friend passed out and was in danger of getting trampled on, i tried to get us both out but there were too many people and the security guys didnt help at all. when we finally got out my friend was crying and told me she thought she was dying. On the train home i spewed my guts up all over the carriage.... DONT ACCEPT DRUGS FROM STRANGERS!!

Story 128:
My freind and I were at a party when we were offered some 'happy pills' . I turned it down but my freind didn't...She ended up getting addicted to 4 other drugs and died less then a year ago. Any one who knew wouldn't ever had guessed that would be the reason she died...all because a jerk offered her the chance to get high.

Story 129:
The first time i tried weed was when i was in the fifth grade. Then i started to do heroin in the 8th grade. But then in high school i was introduced to speed. Once i had a bad reation and i started to hillusinate. I remember seeing gnomes chasing me around my friends house. She took some too and had passed out on the bed in her room. I felt so alone and by myself i was even more scared. I passed out and remember waking up in a hospital with my parents crying next to me. I never did that drug AGAIN!!!!!!!!! and this is to all my friends and family i scared while i did speed. IM SORRY!!!!!!!!!

Story 130:
I was with two friends who I thought I could trust. One of them took out this little bag. and in it thered was this white powder. He put some on a small mirror and he started to sniff it, as did my other friend. Then they both looked at me and expected me to sniff some. Since I trusted them, I did try some. A little while later, I started to feel weak. Then I felt as if I were on top of the world. But I couldn't remember my name, where I was, what day it was, or where I lived. I didn't really care. I felt like a million dollars, Unfortunately, my two "friends" took advantage of me and stole my virginity. Since then, I have not tried any drugs, and I'm proud to say that I never will again.

Story 131:
well i have had realli bad experiences with guys all of them are hooked on weed its soo bad. i try to help them and our relationship ends cuz of the fights oh well i realize now that maybe i should try gettin with guys who dont do that peace it

Story 132:
My 22 year old brother was a meth user. He and his freinds began by smoking pot when he was about 12 or so. He was later introduced meth or speed by an older man who his girlfreind babysat for. By 20 he was shooting up and lost everything he had worked so hard for such as his brand new truck, apartment, girlfreind, and of course his job. He began living for the drug as he didn't know how else to survive. He would stay awake for two days straight and then sleep 4 days straight. He began hanging out with a group of people that knew how to make the drug and they taught him how also. He tried to cook it up himself and burned up his room. On September 24th he shot up with this same group of people, but little did he know they did something to his syringe and that was the last hit my brother ever will take. He died that night and left his family to mourn him forever. He DIED...do you get it? Not just overdosed and lived to tell about it. He is gone FOREVER. We all love him and miss him very much.

Story 133:
WELL LETS SEE.. THERE WAS ONE occasion when I was out partying with my girls.. and I'm usually only into weed and alcohol, but this time all my friends had influenced me to shoot heroin, and at first i was hesitant because i have never did anything but weed and i figured since i was already drunk and stuff i figured that my friends would not force me into any bad directions and i trusted them so i said hey i wont remember it anyways its just once i wont get addicted but thats where i was wrong now since that night 3 years ago i have beed an avid user of weed,meth,coke,crack,heroin and many other eprescription pain killers and i havent been the same since. My friends are still trying to get me to quit most of the drugs but there is nothing i can do now after i am using a drug for so long i stop getting the high so i have to move to more powereful drugs and i know that if i keep going the way i am going i am gonna die i have alot of health problems im underweight pale skin loss of hair and many others liek that but that dont matter when there is a night of partying im all for it. I have often mixed many drugs togther and i have people at school call me a junkie and my grades are low but i do not understand noone will help me they have lost hope of me ever recovering i used to be a staright a student and kinda pretty and i would do for cheritys now all i need in life is that fix.

Story 134:
i smoke quite often marihuana and hash. The only bad experience i've ever had was this time that i had a lot to drink and i mixed everything. i smoked and had alcohol at the same time. i felt so bad that my head was turning around and i was very messed up. at the end i had to throw up. but after i felt much more better and lucky me that my friend was taking care of me. so beware and dont mix drugs and alcohol!!

Story 135:
i had addiction to(oc) also know as oxycontin. that is one of the hardes drug to quit. i have done all most everything and this is the hardes to quit. BUT i did one of my best friends, friend died on it he just kept on taking them and taking them until he just died. i did not stop right after it happened it took me a while. what it took was for a really good friend to stop talking to me.at frist i was like what is her problem and then i stoped to think and she just did not want to lose a nother good friend. it is hard so hard . and to just think that i could lose my life as long as a good friend it is not worth it it is one of the best highs but so not worth it. this story is to anyone that is doing tis drug please just stop it is not worth it. and to bubba i only ment you at my party one time but i am glad i met you , to my JENNA thanks girl i love ya with all my heart you are the best ever.

Story 136:
I used to have a really great friend. He was one of those really fun, outgoing people who always had a smile on his face and could make anyone happy on a bad day. He had a problem though, he was addicted to oxycotin. On New Year's eve he was partying hard and took too much. The next morning he was found dead where he had passed out the night before. Tears are rolling down my cheeks as I write this. All anyone can think is why him? It is so hard to accept and it has effected so many people who knew him. To lose such a great person to such a horrible drug didn't effect just him, it effected his family, his friends, and anyone else who had ever met him. I just pray that getting his story out there will stop the next victim of addiction. Since the loss of Bubba, I have not even thought of touching an OC. I have begged all of my friends who did them to stop.

Story 137:
drugs are absolutely bad and i dnt even kno who made them?-I used to drink like a tank and smoke weed like a freak!-till this one time when i was smoking with my close friend in my room in the summer and he brought round some northen lights(stongest weed) and i didnt kno but i kno i was smoking that joint like it was a normal one.The experience i had was 200 percent paraniod and i wouldnt even want my enemy to experience it!-I dnt touch no drugs.J

Story 138:
BAD ONE...It was my girlfriend's birthday and to celebrate I scored bit of weed from a friend. We then went for a walk at a nearby park. Immediately my girlfriend started to get scared. The forest started changing colours and we could barely breathe. She kept saying that her throat felt like an exaust pipe. We went back to the car and realized the weed was laced! My heart started beating frantically and we were both rightly afraid that we were going to die. We sat parazyzed in the car with massive headaches. My birthday plans for her were ruined. I had a massive headache and we both kept hallucinating and were frankly out of it. I felt myself slowly losing conciousness. We sat there for over 9 hours parayzed and unable to move. I saw animals and people and thought they were going to kill me. I passed out for 4 hours and woke up with a massive headache and my chest hurt. I felt terrible for ruining my girlfriends birthday and we both vowed to stay away from drugs which we have done ever since. I almost killed the "friend" I scored off of and found out someone else had been hospitalized from the same batch. We would have had a much better day without the weed.

Story 139:
I was smoking weed and I was so high I fell asleep on the sidewalk infront of everybody I was embarassed.

Story 140:
Everything in my life was going great I had good grades, my mom took me on vacation to Florida, my YMCA clubs were keeping me busy, and my friends and I were all getting along great...until the day my brother confessed that he was on everything from Heroin on down to Marijuana...he had been doing drugs all through highschool and I knew about the Marijuana but never could have imagined my own bro doing meth, coke, Heroin, shrooms, etc... My life and my brother's lives have changed, it's a miracle he's still alive. With the stories that he has told me and many others who don't understand the effects that drugs and alcohol have on you, as an individual, but to the people around you as well we have been able to save many other lives and hopefully your's or someone you know as well...God Bless...

Story 141:
I started smoking ciggarettes when i was 11. Now im almost 15. IT started out when me and my friends decided to jack one from her sisters pack and ever since then we go t addicted. Now i can't go a day without smoking it feels good smoking and when it feels good you don't want to quit but in the long run you have too and I've set myself in the position where even if i try i cant stop smoking. It gets ur heart pounding fast when u are in need of one and gets you irritable if you don't have one which really sucks and sometimes i get so desperate that i go and take half burnt cigg out of ashtrays. now i've reduced the amount i smoke a day and i do other stuff to get it out of my mind so far its helped a little.

Story 142:
My friends and I usually chill at the mall on Friday nights. One time, this guy was scratching himself all over the place. It was funny. We watched the crazy guy for a while as his friends kept going away and coming back. We figured he must be on something. One of my friends has no refrain and she asked his friends what was wrong with him, and they said, "nothing." She obviously didn't believe that and kept bugging them. Finally, they said the guy was really tripping on speed and had drunk beforehand. I guess itchy skin is a side effect.

Story 143:
My friend and I were sick of going to lame parties every weekend where everyone just gets drunk and acts stupid. We didn't want to look like idiots in front of our friends for not wanting to go along though, so we decided to go talk to our school counselor about how we could handle it. She referred us to an anonymous counselor at school who actually had some really good ideas about what to tell our friends and other things we could do on weekends. Another cool thing is that we get to miss classes, and there are others who come to the meeting and talk about their experiences too. I didn't know that there was something like this at my school. It doesn't even cost any money. I guess that they can help you with drugs, too.

Story 144:
I can honestly say that I've done a lot of drugs in my time. Although I'm only 20, and the first ever was that joint that I lit up when I was 17, I've been an avid user every since then. I had this phase with ecstacy, I had a total pot head phase, I had this phase of coke....whatever. The biggest problem I've had was with Meth...ya know, speed. It's very easy to become dependant on. It makes you feel almost invincible. Now, I'm not some sort of junkie, thugged out M*F*; I'm a tall, blonde model material type, with a 4.0 GPA, and have an incredible future ahead of me. I just wanted to share my story...and I thought I would never say this: they WILL take over your life. The high is only temporarily. Only continous usage of the drug will keep you high. If your doing it to take your problems away, they will only make them worse. I've always believed that you can safely do as you please every now and again, on certain occasions...but that's where it all starts. You then become very offensive about it to the people you love and this turns you from them. (or this was the experince I've had more than once with meth) I totally love the medical world, and I could argue all day the benefits of marijuana, but I do know that if you don't have your s*** straight, the s*** aint gonna straighten it. Remember everyone has problems, no matter how enormous you think yours are...they are just a roadmark on your journey of life. I hope this has encouraged at least one person, good luck because your the only one that can help yourself!!! :) :) Heather

Story 145:
I have a friend who used to do drugs. One time when she was some person's house, she got really high off tweak. She started hallucinating. She thought the lotion bottle was talking to her, so she started talking back to it. She claimed that the conditioner was cheating on the lotion bottle with the shampoo. She continued getting high like that for a long time. Another time, she overdosed and she passed out. She was sent to the hospital for around 2 weeks. She got diagnosed with menangitis. It was diagnosed early, so they were able to rid her of it. Then she learned her lesson and never touched that stuff again. She started smoking ciggarettes again after that, but when she started coughing like a chainsmoker, she stopped. Thank God she's totally off the drugs now.

Story 146:
We have a tree. It's ours and it's hidden where no one could ever find us. This is our spot that we often get drunk and smoke weed. This one day my friend had scored some pretty bomb weed. As usual, I took out our bong and we started packing bowls. At first the high was the same as it always is, but then I started to feel wierd, like out of it. When we walked back to my friend's house, the world looked like I was in a cartoon. Things were switching colors. Trees were blue, the sky was green. We had smoked a lot so I figured it was normal, but it wasn't. I knew it wasn't. Everything happened so quickly. I remember falling and waking up in my bed with a dozen people around me. Turns out her parents found me passed out in the street. I had almost been hit by a car. They took me in. It was then that my friend told me the stuff was laced with LSD. Needless to say I don't party with her anymore.

Story 147:
The first rave I ever went to was so strange. My friend who took me told me everyone was doing ecstasy. They were running around with pacifiers in their mouths, so weird. Now I understand that it's to keep their teeth from grinding. I suppose a pacifier is better than looking like a crazy person. One time at a rave, I bought GHB from some girl that was selling out of her water bottle. I felt it so fast! I got sleepy and was really watching my breathing, for some reason. Since the music was loud, I could feel the floor vibrating, and I kept thinking that it was going to knock me over. I hung out at the rave until it was time to go home. When we left, my friend asked me how I liked it. I'm still not sure.

Story 148:
One time, after smoking some weed at a party, I felt really kind of weird and like I was going to throw up. I didn't, which was a good thing, since I didn't know most of the people there. I just waited it out. After a while though, I did start to panic cuz the buzz was taking a really long time to wear off. I'm not sure if it had to do with the weed, but it scared me. I didn't like feeling out of control when I wasn't feeling good. I'm going to pass on the stuff for a while.

Story 149:
Everyone used to tell me that I was the life of the party. The problem was, I didn't remember it. That's what started to scare me. I thought my friends would look after me, but they didn’t always. It’s really easy to get lost at a party, especially if you’re drunk. I actually tried to not drink as much, but once I was there, I'd just keep on drinking. The next day, I felt like shit. It really bothered me. So, I just stopped going to parties. Usually my friends would go without me, and it was hard hearing all the stories the next day. But the way I felt about myself was much better than when I was drinking too much.

Story 150:
My friends and I are tight. We’ve been friends since like sixth grade or something. All of us drink and smoke before we go out to parties and stuff. One of my friends has started trying other drugs, though. She gets really wasted and is a pain in the ass to take care of. Now we feel like we have to babysit her. Last weekend, when we went to pick her up to go hang out down at the beach, she was already high on something. We couldn’t leave her at her house because her mom was coming home from work and would catch her all messed up. So we had to bring her along. I’m not sure I know how to deal with her now. I can’t even talk to her.

Story 151:
I started smoking weed in 6th grade. I got it from my older brother. I liked hanging out with him and his friends, and this was one way to do it. When my brother moved out, I bought it from his dealer. Soon, I was smoking 5 or 6 days a week. I was in 10th grade, and my grades were terrible. It was a lot of pressure being in high school. I wanted to go to college, and with the grades I was getting, I wasn’t going anywhere. That’s when I decided to quit. At first it was hard not to light up when I wanted to relax. Now, I veg out in front of the TV when I want to feel better or drive over to a friend’s house.

Story 152:
My dad uses coke with his girlfriend. One night at the house they did a couple of lines, then went to dinner downtown. He left all his stuff out, even the coke. Since I wasn’t going anywhere or doing anything, I chopped some up. I even used the same straw, since I didn’t know where anymore were. That kind of grossed me out. Man, the rush was right away; I didn’t expect it so fast. I had so much energy; I didn’t know what to do with it. I started jumping on the bed, so great. I jumped off the bed, thinking I’d bounce right back up like I was still on springs. I hit the floor so hard; I almost fell through. I thought I broke both my legs! I lay there in pain, trying to stop the pounding in my head. I haven’t tried any more coke since then.

Story 153:
When I was in ninth grade, I started using speed to lose weight. In the beginning, I took really small amounts, which I bought after school. It was great to lose weight! I looked really good, and had lots of energy. But then I got all antsy, and I couldn’t lose any more weight. My skin broke out in zits, and I looked like shit. I started to use more speed, even though I felt terrible. I had to lose the weight. I did lose weight, but I began seeing things, too. My mom kept asking me what was wrong, and even made an appointment for me with the doctor, which totally freaked me out. When we were supposed to go, I didn’t go home, and told my mom that I forgot. I don’t know what would have happened if my parents found out.

Story 154:
I tried everything to lose weight. Even though I considered myself healthy, I was still bigger than I wanted to be. All the girls at school are skinny twigs, and that’s hard to deal with. I started smoking to lose weight. When I wanted to eat, I smoked instead. My weight dropped but I didn’t feel any better. I coughed all the time. My friends were cool about my smoking; except one day, at lunch, they told me that I should stop smoking. I guess they weren’t so okay with it after all. Except, I couldn’t stop. I craved cigarettes, and I was afraid to be overweight again. I went to see my school counselor, and she suggested a support group that was held on campus during school. I’ve been going for four months, and I’ve stopped smoking.

Story 155:
Inhalants can kill you. I know, I saw someone die right in front of me. I went to some party with my friends, and everything was fine – we were just hanging out drinking beer. Some guy with this can was breathing the air that came out. He was acting like a total goof, laughing and falling down. He took a really big hit and just fell over, shaking. Nobody did anything. Then somebody yelled that he wasn’t breathing. His eyes were wide open. Scared the shit out of us. Somebody called 911 and we took off. The next day at school, we heard he was dead.

Story 156:
There is a bunch of us who like to work out at this one gym where everybody goes. Some of the guys started using steroids, and they got big really fast. It was frustrating, working out so hard, and not seeing a difference in my size like them. But I don’t want to take steroids. I hear they screw up your body permanently. I’m not sure where they get them, maybe in Tijuana.

Story 157:
Heroin is a dirty drug. I said that I’d never use it. That it was for drug addicts. Well, I guess if that’s true, then I’m an addict. I never started with marijuana or cigarettes. I don’t inject it because I hate shots. I snort it, and now I can’t get enough. I hate myself when I’m doing it and when I’m not. I don’t have any of the same friends. I only have friends that do heroin too. My parents have no idea.

Story 158:
I am not a drug addict. But I used to try almost everything. My sister would get all sorts of drugs, and I would take them from her. She never knew they were missing. My friends and I would experiment at our houses. One time, I had this really bad reaction to speed. I thought I was going to have a heart attack. My one friend called 911, and I was so afraid that I was going to die. I didn't even care if my parents had to find out. The doctors told me that I was very lucky. From that day on, I never touched another drug again.

Story 159:
Almost every Friday night, we go to the mall, hang out and whatever. We just watch everybody and yell at the people we know. One time, this guy was scratching himself all over the place. It was so strange! We watched this goof for over an hour. His friends kept going away, then coming back. We couldn't figure out what his trip was. One of my friends is really not shy at all. She asked his friends what was wrong with him, and they said, "nothing." We didn't believe that, so my friend kept asking away. Finally, they said the guy was really high on beer and speed. I guess itchy skin is a side effect.

Story 160:
Last fall, before a big dance at a hotel on the beach, we met at my friend's house to party with our dates. We had a killer bar set up, and someone had cocaine. We were doing lines before the limo came, and everything was going just fine. But two of my girl friends got blood all over their dresses from major nosebleeds from the coke. They couldn't go to the dance, because everyone would know what they had been doing. Their dates were pissed. People found out at school anyhow, and they were totally embarrassed.

Story 161:
At school, some of the kids take each other's Ritalin. It's totally easy to do since when the nurse gives it to them; they don't watch to see if you swallow. I guess it makes a person who doesn't need it feel like they've had a lot of caffeine. What I can't figure out is, doesn't anybody notice when the kids who actually need the Ritalin don't get it, that they act different? There's this one kid in my class who takes it, and I can always tell when he's sold it. I don't know why the teacher doesn't ask what's wrong with him. He's completely annoying.

Story 162:
The last time I went to a rave, it really was the last time. I bought some ecstasy there, and had it all checked out by these people who are supposed to be able to tell you if what you bought was really ecstasy. We were all running around, having a great time. The place was packed and super hot. The last thing I remember was dancing to the music and then collapsing on the floor. When I woke up, I was in the hospital, no joke. I guess I had severe dehydration and could have died. I'm not sure if it was bad ecstasy, or I got too dehydrated. In any case, I decided not to do that again. I still go out with my friends, I just don't do ecstasy any more.

Story 163:
My friend and I went to talk to our school counselor about stopping drinking. She referred us to anonymous counseling at school. The counselor has really good ideas that are helping us. The cool thing is that we get to miss classes, and there are others who come to the meeting and talk about their experiences too. I didn't know that there was something like this at my school. It doesn't even cost any money. I guess that they can help you with drugs, too.

Story 164:
My boyfriend wanted me to try ecstasy with him. He said it would be awesome. So we planned a day when our parents wouldn't be home. I was so nervous, but I wanted to do this for him, and I love him. I took it, but I didn't like the way I felt, too spaced out. When it was all over, I just wanted to go home. I didn't want him to touch me anymore, either. All in all it was not a fun thing to do.

Story 165:
I know this is supposed to be true stories about kids who have tried alcohol or drugs. But I haven't. I definitely feel like I'm the only one, except for my three best friends. We stick together. We still go to parties, but we don't drink or do drugs. We actually like being the only sober ones. Most people look totally stupid when they're messed up, and it's funny watching them. Our favorite people to laugh at are the ones who think they're so hot at school.

Story 166:
Right now, I don't drink or do drugs. My mom and dad are big drinkers. I've seen how alcohol can mess up a family. My dad can barely keep a job, and my mom is always quitting because she says her bosses all have problems. We don't have much money, and it makes me mad that they spend it all on booze. I really feel bad for my little brother and sister who have to grow up in this mess. I have tried to get my mom and dad to quit, but they don't listen. I love my parents, but I get really mad at them. I don't know what to do.

Story 167:
In my family, it is totally normal to smoke. Everyone does, my grandparents, my cousins, my parents. I can't stand the way cigarettes make you smell and how your teeth get yellow, but I still smoke. I'm planning on stopping when I go to college next year. I know that the dorms don't allow smoking, and I don't want to be one of those depressing people who stand right outside the door to smoke. Maybe I should try quitting through a program at school. It will probably help if one of my smoking friends does it with me.