It’s 2:55 in the morning, everyone is sleeping. And while everyone is doing that, I’m sitting here contemplating life. I was supposed to graduate May 1st. Whatever happened to me doing that? Drugs. Everyone may not know this, 7 months ago I was addicted to meth. I quit for my boyfriend at the time, as some of you might know who that was. I was sober for about 5 and a half months. About a month and a half ago, I got back into it. Fucked off school like usual, fucked off my family, stole, lied. And a few days ago I finally got kicked out because my family figured out what I was doing. Is it sad that I’m mad at them because I told them I have an addiction, and the best they could do was throw me out on the street? I know that they care, but why no support to try to help me get sober? I tried on my own, I obviously can’t do it. Sitting here, high, racking my brain at my flaws is starting to get at me. My sister, who has been in jail for over 12 years got out a few days ago. And I can’t even be around her because I can’t pass UA’s. She cried when I told her that. Know how that made me feel? It didn’t make me feel sad, not one bit. It made me pissed. It made me pissed because that means I can’t smoke dope for 10 years because of her parole. That’s what drugs do. They make you choice them over your family, and friends. I lost my best friend because of this addiction, she doesn’t want to be around me or even speak to me anymore. Everyone I need in my life walked away. Just like that. How could people say they care about you so much yet just turn their backs like they couldn’t give two shits. I tried asking for help, more than once. I didn’t get any support. With no support I can’t get sober. And at this point, I am beyond the point of needing support. Everyone has given up on me, so there for I am doing the same. If you want to be my friend, cool. If one day, someone decides to help me get sober. Great, be there for me when I need it. Till then, I don’t really know what I’m gonna do. People are gonna give me a bunch of shit for this, and that is okay. But I don’t think anyone knows the real me. Which is sad, maybe I’m just high and venting in the wrong place.
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