My life seemed to be perfect, I was graduating highschool, had met the love of my life. Until the day i met my soon to be "best friend". Crystal meth. I will never forget that night. My parents were out of town and my brother and I had some friends over. One of them brought some meth. I decided to try it. Wow it was amazing. I stayed up all night and felt I was on top of the world. That one night of use led to weekend use, which then led to everyday use. In 1999 my boyfriend and I moved in together. We both continued to use meth. Me, well is began to use for more than just social reasons. I began finding out that a secret i had heard back in high school was really true. That my boyfriend was gay. I began finding large amounts of porn and sex toys. Then the more i snooped the more i began to find and the more i found the more i needed to use more meth to hide the pain of what i was discovering. How could he do this to me. Could i just be dreaming. When i got high it seemed to make my heart not be broken anymore.
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