Mostly my memories of my teenage years are a fuzzy blur at best, if they hadn't been stolen away entirely by the drugs and nicotine that I had frequently indulged in at that time. Some memories, though, remain so sharp that they could have happened yesterday. Others have even grown sharper with time.
Those are the ones that I want to tell you about. It's a hard story, both to tell and to hear, but it is being repeated so frequently in our nation today that I feel it needs to be told. I want to warn others before they head down the road that I was on. After all, not many stories like mine have as happy an ending as mine does.
Tiny prologue, I know, but please tell me what you think and stay tuned for the next chapter! I'll probably post chapters of this in between chapters of my Criminal Minds/iCarly crossover, When Things Happen. Thanks!:)