Substance abuse

The life after drugs are introduced to your life.

I started with marijuana after a recruiter said I couldn't enlist in the Army. I got the run around from the fucktards in school. Public schools are dog s**t by the way, every young t**d raised by s****y parents is enrolled in these schools. I found out all the people who acted like friends were absolutely the furthest thing from a friend in the world. A little dope smoked and I found out which friends I had. Almost ZERO. Amazing. Almost everyone forced me to stop talking to them over a little weed. I got my first go round at going to an NA meeting where they tried the "We're God" deal, and tried to force me to say the people in NA are God. Of course I didn't last there as a high schooler. For some reason I found out those rooms are viewed upon as "criminalized" places full of people who've been to prison. So anyhow, the new crew of so called friends moved on in and they were full of drug connections. I wished I was aware, though I wasn't. This took me in a spin cycle for about 10 years. LSD, cocaine, heroin, pills, and anything else under the sun.  Getting off a heroin addiction sucked. I finally got in a drug program. I found out you're not looked highly upon after you quit using. The world has further reprocussions to fulfill. They will make your life a living hell after you clean up a bit, after you've had time to disconnect from the drug use. Employers will f**k you over, so on and so on. You'll find out again, people ain't talking to you. The same cycle that got you in it in the first place. That leaves you with one giant wish. That's to be dead. You wake up every f*****g morning wishing you were dead. There's no help, no assistance, jobs don't hire; it's almost as if I'm a n****r who was released from prison for committing a murder. Helluva life. I recommend junkies shoot themselves in the head vs. cleaning up. Seriously.