I don't really remember how I ended up here in this situation. Who would've known that me, of all people would end up like this? As I look back to first time everything changed with one choice. I realize how stupid I was, how I could let the want to fit in and be popular take over my better judgment. There is not a day I don't regret that day.
*A year and seven months ago*
June 26, 2011
"Come on you got to try weed. Its sooooo amazing. You'll love it." My friend begged me. "Fine, I'll try it." As I hold the can to my mouth, at the flame of weed burning I begin to inhale the foreign substance into my lungs. I try to be cool and hold it in long and not cough. 2,3,4 hits later; we are done and I had just smoked weed for the first time. My eyes dry and burn with redness, my body tingling and numb. The only thing I felt was acceptance, I felt like I as cool enough. Oh boy I had no clue how wrong I was.
The weed smoking went on for a while. I would go over to my friend's house every week during the summer and I would get high. I lied to my mom every time about what we did. Thinking that what I was doing was okay. I told myself that I would stop once freshman year started. That didn't happen at all; I still kept smoking, then the smoking led to drinking. Oh did I like drinking, because I could go numb without feeling paranoid.