We will help you get your mom off drugs!

I can’t get off drugs because besides my mom they are all I have, Been addicted for more than a year to oc, ecstasy, and alcohol. I do other drugs occasionally. I’ve suffered from depression for years, been abused emotionally and physically, molested, dad killed himself, addicted to cutting, and can’t afford counseling. The last time I saw my dad alive he strangled me.. Been to a childrens center for cutting twice last year. Only a few days tho. I can’t get over my past. Being taken from my mom for years and seperated from everyone I loved to be abused. Long custody battle that was ended when he strangled me. My friends are all drug addicts and my mom is depressed herself. I’m doomed cuz I can’t do this alone but refuse to talk about it. Everyone is overwhelming me. I dropped out of school without my mom knowing even cuz I can’t care! I just hurt and I have no clue how to get help..I’m sick of being sad and having my friends overwhelm me. None of them really care about me. Just everything is about drugs or gettin messed up? Or trying to get in my pants. My depression won’t leave. I can’t leave my mom tho cuz that is so selfish…How to get help?
I don’t want suicide to continue to be an option.

This is long but I appricate if you read it. I’m crying so heard I can barely see the keyboard so sorry for any mistakes.

So I’m 14 and I want to get older but I’m regressing into infant behaviors and I feel like I’ve lost my mind.

To begin the story…

I was born of teenager parents, both were drug addicts. Mom shot up herion and smoked meth, dad liked herion and crack cocaine. At 8 months old I was given up for adoption. I don’t remember my real parents but it really hurts that they just threw me away like I was nothing!!!! I shouldn’t even have been born! I am caucasian, and was adopted by an African American mother and a Caucasian dad. They were in their late 20s/early 30s. They couldn’t have children because my adopted mom (Bernice) had ovarian cancer and had a hyserectomy, and she tells me everyday that I was the miricle child that she always wanted. But I have trouble connecting to her because we’re different races. I don’t know why I’m not racist, I mean it’s special right when a mother and daughter look alike? We don’t. I was crying about this the other day and she always tells me I’m always her bioligcal baby to make me feel better. I never knew my real mom, she was taken to a rehab center when I was a few months old. My real dad we had open contact with but haven’t heard from him in years, we aren’t sure if he is dead or is hiding from the law (he’s been in jail for domestic violence and drug possesion) I’m just sooo sooo sad about this!!! Then my boyfriend wants to break up with me because he says I’m clingy and annoying but I can’t help it I just want someone to love me!!!! And I don’t think I’ll find another boy ever again!

I started watching Cailou, my fav childhood show

Then I watched Little Bill, Kipper the Dog, Seseame Street, and Barney and the Sprout Network

I started sucking my thumb

Then I started sleeping with stuffed animals

Then I got my favorite blankey

Then I picked out a favorite stuffed animal. It had no special connection I just won it out of a claw machine a few years ago!

I always want my mommy to hold me

When I’m upset I cry really bad and I hold my cat and bawl

I don’t know what to do my boyfriend says I’m too clingy and when I don’t take my prozac he can tell (I’m on 30 mg) How do I keep him?

And why am I acting like this help me!!!

This is long but I appricate if you read it. I’m crying so heard I can barely see the keyboard so sorry for any mistakes.

So I’m 14 and I want to get older but I’m regressing into infant behaviors and I feel like I’ve lost my mind.

To begin the story…

I was born of teenager parents, both were drug addicts. Mom shot up herion and smoked meth, dad liked herion and crack cocaine. At 8 months old I was given up for adoption. I don’t remember my real parents but it really hurts that they just threw me away like I was nothing!!!! I shouldn’t even have been born! I am caucasian, and was adopted by an African American mother and a Caucasian dad. They were in their late 20s/early 30s. They couldn’t have children because my adopted mom (Bernice) had ovarian cancer and had a hyserectomy, and she tells me everyday that I was the miricle child that she always wanted. But I have trouble connecting to her because we’re different races. I don’t know why I’m not racist, I mean it’s special right when a mother and daughter look alike? We don’t. I was crying about this the other day and she always tells me I’m always her bioligcal baby to make me feel better. I never knew my real mom, she was taken to a rehab center when I was a few months old. My real dad we had open contact with but haven’t heard from him in years, we aren’t sure if he is dead or is hiding from the law (he’s been in jail for domestic violence and drug possesion) I’m just sooo sooo sad about this!!! Then my boyfriend wants to break up with me because he says I’m clingy and annoying but I can’t help it I just want someone to love me!!!! And I don’t think I’ll find another boy ever again!

I started watching Cailou, my fav childhood show

Then I watched Little Bill, Kipper the Dog, Seseame Street, and Barney and the Sprout Network

I started sucking my thumb

Then I started sleeping with stuffed animals

Then I got my favorite blankey

Then I picked out a favorite stuffed animal. It had no special connection I just won it out of a claw machine a few years ago!

I always want my mommy to hold me

When I’m upset I cry really bad and I hold my cat and bawl

I don’t know what to do my boyfriend says I’m too clingy and when I don’t take my prozac he can tell (I’m on 30 mg) How do I keep him?

And why am I acting like this help me!!!

This is long but I appricate if you read it. I’m crying so heard I can barely see the keyboard so sorry for any mistakes.

So I’m 14 and I want to get older but I’m regressing into infant behaviors and I feel like I’ve lost my mind.

To begin the story…

I was born of teenager parents, both were drug addicts. Mom shot up herion and smoked meth, dad liked herion and crack cocaine. At 8 months old I was given up for adoption. I don’t remember my real parents but it really hurts that they just threw me away like I was nothing!!!! I shouldn’t even have been born! I am caucasian, and was adopted by an African American mother and a Caucasian dad. They were in their late 20s/early 30s. They couldn’t have children because my adopted mom (Bernice) had ovarian cancer and had a hyserectomy, and she tells me everyday that I was the miricle child that she always wanted. But I have trouble connecting to her because we’re different races. I don’t know why I’m not racist, I mean it’s special right when a mother and daughter look alike? We don’t. I was crying about this the other day and she always tells me I’m always her bioligcal baby to make me feel better. I never knew my real mom, she was taken to a rehab center when I was a few months old. My real dad we had open contact with but haven’t heard from him in years, we aren’t sure if he is dead or is hiding from the law (he’s been in jail for domestic violence and drug possesion) I’m just sooo sooo sad about this!!! Then my boyfriend wants to break up with me because he says I’m clingy and annoying but I can’t help it I just want someone to love me!!!! And I don’t think I’ll find another boy ever again!

I started watching Cailou, my fav childhood show

Then I watched Little Bill, Kipper the Dog, Seseame Street, and Barney and the Sprout Network

I started sucking my thumb

Then I started sleeping with stuffed animals

Then I got my favorite blankey

Then I picked out a favorite stuffed animal. It had no special connection I just won it out of a claw machine a few years ago!

I always want my mommy to hold me

When I’m upset I cry really bad and I hold my cat and bawl

I don’t know what to do my boyfriend says I’m too clingy and when I don’t take my prozac he can tell (I’m on 30 mg) How do I keep him?

And why am I acting like this help me!!!

This is long but I appricate if you read it. I’m crying so heard I can barely see the keyboard so sorry for any mistakes.

So I’m 14 and I want to get older but I’m regressing into infant behaviors and I feel like I’ve lost my mind.

To begin the story…

I was born of teenager parents, both were drug addicts. Mom shot up herion and smoked meth, dad liked herion and crack cocaine. At 8 months old I was given up for adoption. I don’t remember my real parents but it really hurts that they just threw me away like I was nothing!!!! I shouldn’t even have been born! I am caucasian, and was adopted by an African American mother and a Caucasian dad. They were in their late 20s/early 30s. They couldn’t have children because my adopted mom (Bernice) had ovarian cancer and had a hyserectomy, and she tells me everyday that I was the miricle child that she always wanted. But I have trouble connecting to her because we’re different races. I don’t know why I’m not racist, I mean it’s special right when a mother and daughter look alike? We don’t. I was crying about this the other day and she always tells me I’m always her bioligcal baby to make me feel better. I never knew my real mom, she was taken to a rehab center when I was a few months old. My real dad we had open contact with but haven’t heard from him in years, we aren’t sure if he is dead or is hiding from the law (he’s been in jail for domestic violence and drug possesion) I’m just sooo sooo sad about this!!! Then my boyfriend wants to break up with me because he says I’m clingy and annoying but I can’t help it I just want someone to love me!!!! And I don’t think I’ll find another boy ever again!

I started watching Cailou, my fav childhood show

Then I watched Little Bill, Kipper the Dog, Seseame Street, and Barney and the Sprout Network

I started sucking my thumb

Then I started sleeping with stuffed animals

Then I got my favorite blankey

Then I picked out a favorite stuffed animal. It had no special connection I just won it out of a claw machine a few years ago!

I always want my mommy to hold me

When I’m upset I cry really bad and I hold my cat and bawl

I don’t know what to do my boyfriend says I’m too clingy and when I don’t take my prozac he can tell (I’m on 30 mg) How do I keep him?

And why am I acting like this help me!!!

This is long but I appricate if you read it. I’m crying so heard I can barely see the keyboard so sorry for any mistakes.

So I’m 14 and I want to get older but I’m regressing into infant behaviors and I feel like I’ve lost my mind.

To begin the story…

I was born of teenager parents, both were drug addicts. Mom shot up herion and smoked meth, dad liked herion and crack cocaine. At 8 months old I was given up for adoption. I don’t remember my real parents but it really hurts that they just threw me away like I was nothing!!!! I shouldn’t even have been born! I am caucasian, and was adopted by an African American mother and a Caucasian dad. They were in their late 20s/early 30s. They couldn’t have children because my adopted mom (Bernice) had ovarian cancer and had a hyserectomy, and she tells me everyday that I was the miricle child that she always wanted. But I have trouble connecting to her because we’re different races. I don’t know why I’m not racist, I mean it’s special right when a mother and daughter look alike? We don’t. I was crying about this the other day and she always tells me I’m always her bioligcal baby to make me feel better. I never knew my real mom, she was taken to a rehab center when I was a few months old. My real dad we had open contact with but haven’t heard from him in years, we aren’t sure if he is dead or is hiding from the law (he’s been in jail for domestic violence and drug possesion) I’m just sooo sooo sad about this!!! Then my boyfriend wants to break up with me because he says I’m clingy and annoying but I can’t help it I just want someone to love me!!!! And I don’t think I’ll find another boy ever again!

I started watching Cailou, my fav childhood show

Then I watched Little Bill, Kipper the Dog, Seseame Street, and Barney and the Sprout Network

I started sucking my thumb

Then I started sleeping with stuffed animals

Then I got my favorite blankey

Then I picked out a favorite stuffed animal. It had no special connection I just won it out of a claw machine a few years ago!

I always want my mommy to hold me

When I’m upset I cry really bad and I hold my cat and bawl

I don’t know what to do my boyfriend says I’m too clingy and when I don’t take my prozac he can tell (I’m on 30 mg) How do I keep him?

And why am I acting like this help me!!!

This is long but I appricate if you read it. I’m crying so heard I can barely see the keyboard so sorry for any mistakes.

So I’m 14 and I want to get older but I’m regressing into infant behaviors and I feel like I’ve lost my mind.

To begin the story…

I was born of teenager parents, both were drug addicts. Mom shot up herion and smoked meth, dad liked herion and crack cocaine. At 8 months old I was given up for adoption. I don’t remember my real parents but it really hurts that they just threw me away like I was nothing!!!! I shouldn’t even have been born! I am caucasian, and was adopted by an African American mother and a Caucasian dad. They were in their late 20s/early 30s. They couldn’t have children because my adopted mom (Bernice) had ovarian cancer and had a hyserectomy, and she tells me everyday that I was the miricle child that she always wanted. But I have trouble connecting to her because we’re different races. I don’t know why I’m not racist, I mean it’s special right when a mother and daughter look alike? We don’t. I was crying about this the other day and she always tells me I’m always her bioligcal baby to make me feel better. I never knew my real mom, she was taken to a rehab center when I was a few months old. My real dad we had open contact with but haven’t heard from him in years, we aren’t sure if he is dead or is hiding from the law (he’s been in jail for domestic violence and drug possesion) I’m just sooo sooo sad about this!!! Then my boyfriend wants to break up with me because he says I’m clingy and annoying but I can’t help it I just want someone to love me!!!! And I don’t think I’ll find another boy ever again!

I started watching Cailou, my fav childhood show

Then I watched Little Bill, Kipper the Dog, Seseame Street, and Barney and the Sprout Network

I started sucking my thumb

Then I started sleeping with stuffed animals

Then I got my favorite blankey

Then I picked out a favorite stuffed animal. It had no special connection I just won it out of a claw machine a few years ago!

I always want my mommy to hold me

When I’m upset I cry really bad and I hold my cat and bawl

I don’t know what to do my boyfriend says I’m too clingy and when I don’t take my prozac he can tell (I’m on 30 mg) How do I keep him?

And why am I acting like this help me!!!

This is long but I appricate if you read it. I’m crying so heard I can barely see the keyboard so sorry for any mistakes.

So I’m 14 and I want to get older but I’m regressing into infant behaviors and I feel like I’ve lost my mind.

To begin the story…

I was born of teenager parents, both were drug addicts. Mom shot up herion and smoked meth, dad liked herion and crack cocaine. At 8 months old I was given up for adoption. I don’t remember my real parents but it really hurts that they just threw me away like I was nothing!!!! I shouldn’t even have been born! I am caucasian, and was adopted by an African American mother and a Caucasian dad. They were in their late 20s/early 30s. They couldn’t have children because my adopted mom (Bernice) had ovarian cancer and had a hyserectomy, and she tells me everyday that I was the miricle child that she always wanted. But I have trouble connecting to her because we’re different races. I don’t know why I’m not racist, I mean it’s special right when a mother and daughter look alike? We don’t. I was crying about this the other day and she always tells me I’m always her bioligcal baby to make me feel better. I never knew my real mom, she was taken to a rehab center when I was a few months old. My real dad we had open contact with but haven’t heard from him in years, we aren’t sure if he is dead or is hiding from the law (he’s been in jail for domestic violence and drug possesion) I’m just sooo sooo sad about this!!! Then my boyfriend wants to break up with me because he says I’m clingy and annoying but I can’t help it I just want someone to love me!!!! And I don’t think I’ll find another boy ever again!

I started watching Cailou, my fav childhood show

Then I watched Little Bill, Kipper the Dog, Seseame Street, and Barney and the Sprout Network

I started sucking my thumb

Then I started sleeping with stuffed animals

Then I got my favorite blankey

Then I picked out a favorite stuffed animal. It had no special connection I just won it out of a claw machine a few years ago!

I always want my mommy to hold me

When I’m upset I cry really bad and I hold my cat and bawl

I don’t know what to do my boyfriend says I’m too clingy and when I don’t take my prozac he can tell (I’m on 30 mg) How do I keep him?

And why am I acting like this help me!!!

This is long but I appricate if you read it. I’m crying so heard I can barely see the keyboard so sorry for any mistakes.

So I’m 14 and I want to get older but I’m regressing into infant behaviors and I feel like I’ve lost my mind.

To begin the story…

I was born of teenager parents, both were drug addicts. Mom shot up herion and smoked meth, dad liked herion and crack cocaine. At 8 months old I was given up for adoption. I don’t remember my real parents but it really hurts that they just threw me away like I was nothing!!!! I shouldn’t even have been born! I am caucasian, and was adopted by an African American mother and a Caucasian dad. They were in their late 20s/early 30s. They couldn’t have children because my adopted mom (Bernice) had ovarian cancer and had a hyserectomy, and she tells me everyday that I was the miricle child that she always wanted. But I have trouble connecting to her because we’re different races. I don’t know why I’m not racist, I mean it’s special right when a mother and daughter look alike? We don’t. I was crying about this the other day and she always tells me I’m always her bioligcal baby to make me feel better. I never knew my real mom, she was taken to a rehab center when I was a few months old. My real dad we had open contact with but haven’t heard from him in years, we aren’t sure if he is dead or is hiding from the law (he’s been in jail for domestic violence and drug possesion) I’m just sooo sooo sad about this!!! Then my boyfriend wants to break up with me because he says I’m clingy and annoying but I can’t help it I just want someone to love me!!!! And I don’t think I’ll find another boy ever again!

I started watching Cailou, my fav childhood show

Then I watched Little Bill, Kipper the Dog, Seseame Street, and Barney and the Sprout Network

I started sucking my thumb

Then I started sleeping with stuffed animals

Then I got my favorite blankey

Then I picked out a favorite stuffed animal. It had no special connection I just won it out of a claw machine a few years ago!

I always want my mommy to hold me

When I’m upset I cry really bad and I hold my cat and bawl

I don’t know what to do my boyfriend says I’m too clingy and when I don’t take my prozac he can tell (I’m on 30 mg) How do I keep him?

And why am I acting like this help me!!!

Living in an alcoholic family has had many disadvantages. Having to constantly care for my siblings for six years has given me patience to apply to my own life. I have become very close to my siblings as I have helped them and myself conquer all the typical effects of having alcoholic parents, including blame, hate, and depression.
I have learned to beat all the odds, and the importance in working hard for what I believe in. Through all the family problems I still managed to stay in school and do well.
Last spring one of my attempts to help my parents deal with alcoholism, resulted in my mothers evicting me out of the house. Since May I have lived mostly on my own. I blamed myself at first, for my position. I have come to accept that my parents are the way they are, they are not going to change, and most importantly it is not my fault.
Living on my own has given me a new perspective on life. I feel as though I am finally able to breath. Although the daily problems of food, shelter, and other things involving bills have now been added to my list of things to do, I feel more myself than ever. I finally live in a place quiet enough for me to study and to concentrate.
I am a stronger person now. I am more responsible than most students, in that I am able to completely care for myself. I may have done a little rough at school, when I was first on my own, but I have managed to jump back on my feet and work hard at everything I do. In health class I remember discussing the roles of children in Alcoholic families. While I have not managed to help my parents, for my siblings, and myself I have managed to be a hero.

When people used to ask where I worked I was ashamed to tell them that I was an employee at McDonalds. Many kids would laugh and tell me what a crappy, joke of a job I had. Now when people ask where I work I tell them with pride, because I am a McDonalds Manager.
I have had my job for almost three years. The first year was a little rough and I had many thoughts of quitting. Fortunately I had early motivation. Jim, my role model, amazed me in everything he did; it was because of him that I wanted to be a manager. Jim was fun, charismatic, helpful, and hardworking all at the same time. He was never too busy to help out a new person, or teach someone an easier more effective way to do something. Unlike the other managers he was not hypocritical. If any other manager saw someone texting on the job they would yell at them, and then go and text themselves. Jim never yelled at someone for things he himself did.
I worked very hard to know as much about the store as Jim did. I watched everyone and absorbed all the information I could. When I was made at trainer, I was able to relay the information to new employees. I succeeded at spreading my “chipper” mood to all the employees. Although I wasn’t allowed to accept tips, I have been offered them numerous times. Some regular customers ask for me by name to take their order, because of my “great smile.”
Now as a manager, I am not as amazing as Jim, but I am known as the hardest working manager by my fellow managers, and the nicest manager by my employees.

I have been married for 8 years and have 2 boys. I feel that there is no hope for my marriage. I am not loved by my husband, who states that he is still here because of the children. If I stay, my children will be exposed to alcoholism and verbal abuse but if I leave there is the possibilty that the children will lose their father to alcohol. My mind keeps telling me that it’s not my fault and what he says to me is not true. I’m not the perfect wife and not the perfect mother. But I’m not God awful either. It’s like I’m dammed if I stay and I’m dammed if Ieave. I cannot bear another episode of hearing put downs when my husband is drunk. I can’t help but fear that I will blamed by his family if I leave and he drinks himself to death. He doesn’t drink everyday, but he goes on binges when we have unresolved issues. The issues are mainly about cooking or that I don’t take care of him the way I should. It’s getting worse and I don’t know where to turn for help

I have been married for 8 years and have 2 boys. I feel that there is no hope for my marriage. I am not loved by my husband, who states that he is still here because of the children. If I stay, my children will be exposed to alcoholism and verbal abuse but if I leave there is the possibilty that the children will lose their father to alcohol. My mind keeps telling me that it’s not my fault and what he says to me is not true. I’m not the perfect wife and not the perfect mother. But I’m not God awful either. It’s like I’m dammed if I stay and I’m dammed if Ieave. I cannot bear another episode of hearing put downs when my husband is drunk. I can’t help but fear that I will blamed by his family if I leave and he drinks himself to death. He doesn’t drink everyday, but he goes on binges when we have unresolved issues. The issues are mainly about cooking or that I don’t take care of him the way I should. It’s getting worse and I don’t know where to turn for help

The wrongs or bad choices that a great-great-great grand parents did 100s of years ago can still be felt today. Everything from abuse, alcoholism, picking of bad relationships is passed on. Take the Hemingway and the Barrymores for example.

So do you believe in the sins or wrongs of the father and mother?
Why can’t they still be felt? As that of someone who lives in a family where alcoholism is in their family for generations.
Okay, you don’t have to call it sins. Still even those who break away from the cycle are still effected by it.

I’ve been thru this time and time again. I’d be so nice and do so much, and nobody notices. Then one day, I say “No” and all hell breaks loose. My ex boyfriend once called me selfish, because I wouldn’t agree to let his mother claim our son on her income tax (she had JUST met him and is a former drug addict). What do you say to people like that? It’s like they don’t get it.

I’ve been thru this time and time again. I’d be so nice and do so much, and nobody notices. Then one day, I say “No” and all hell breaks loose. My ex boyfriend once called me selfish, because I wouldn’t agree to let his mother claim our son on her income tax (she had JUST met him and is a former drug addict). What do you say to people like that? It’s like they don’t get it.

I’m 12, so I haven’t had a lot of life experience. I know. And I know that I’m becoming a teenager and my parents are trying to cope with their baby girl growing up. The problem is, I attempted suicide and had to go to the hospital for 5 days. After I came back, all my mom does is yell at me and all my dad does is put me down. My older brother, who is 18 and the only boy, gets everything he wants. An iPad, laptop, car, money, everything. And my sister, whose 32, is constantly praised and she’s my parents’ world. But I don’t get it. They just seem to dislike me a lot.. My dad is really sick and my mom works at night. My mom complains about everything that doesn’t suit her fancy and my dad gets mad every time something doesn’t go his way. They constantly put me down and comment about my weight and my binge eating problems. So does my brother, but I always get in trouble for his comments. Why do they not appreciate anything I do?

EVERYONE, and i mean EVERYONE at my school does some form of drug – weed, alcohol, smoke cigarettes, you name it. very rarely do i come across someone who is completely clean like me. the people who i know who don’t do drugs are completely nerdy (like, ultra goody goody girls never been kissed) and i have nothing in common with them anyway. i have few friends because of this – in my experience, my friends who do drugs have been very unreliable, terrible friends in the past.
it makes me sad to have so few friends because of this reason, yet i’m not going to start drinking and smoking to make new friends.
also – this really is an inconvenience when it comes to dating. i don’t know of any guys who don’t do drugs, and my ex boyfriend of a year turned out to be a huge drug addict and hid it from me so well. he ended up getting kicked out of school and going to jail for it – then i found out. also, my mom is a recovered alcoholic of 3 years (she went to rehab in 2006), but yeah, needless to say i’ve had some bad experiences with drugs.

i just don’t know what to dooo…..

EVERYONE, and i mean EVERYONE at my school does some form of drug – weed, alcohol, smoke cigarettes, you name it. very rarely do i come across someone who is completely clean like me. the people who i know who don’t do drugs are completely nerdy (like, ultra goody goody girls never been kissed) and i have nothing in common with them anyway. i have few friends because of this – in my experience, my friends who do drugs have been very unreliable, terrible friends in the past.
it makes me sad to have so few friends because of this reason, yet i’m not going to start drinking and smoking to make new friends.
also – this really is an inconvenience when it comes to dating. i don’t know of any guys who don’t do drugs, and my ex boyfriend of a year turned out to be a huge drug addict and hid it from me so well. he ended up getting kicked out of school and going to jail for it – then i found out. also, my mom is a recovered alcoholic of 3 years (she went to rehab in 2006), but yeah, needless to say i’ve had some bad experiences with drugs.

i just don’t know what to dooo…..

EVERYONE, and i mean EVERYONE at my school does some form of drug – weed, alcohol, smoke cigarettes, you name it. very rarely do i come across someone who is completely clean like me. the people who i know who don’t do drugs are completely nerdy (like, ultra goody goody girls never been kissed) and i have nothing in common with them anyway. i have few friends because of this – in my experience, my friends who do drugs have been very unreliable, terrible friends in the past.
it makes me sad to have so few friends because of this reason, yet i’m not going to start drinking and smoking to make new friends.
also – this really is an inconvenience when it comes to dating. i don’t know of any guys who don’t do drugs, and my ex boyfriend of a year turned out to be a huge drug addict and hid it from me so well. he ended up getting kicked out of school and going to jail for it – then i found out. also, my mom is a recovered alcoholic of 3 years (she went to rehab in 2006), but yeah, needless to say i’ve had some bad experiences with drugs.

i just don’t know what to dooo…..

EVERYONE, and i mean EVERYONE at my school does some form of drug – weed, alcohol, smoke cigarettes, you name it. very rarely do i come across someone who is completely clean like me. the people who i know who don’t do drugs are completely nerdy (like, ultra goody goody girls never been kissed) and i have nothing in common with them anyway. i have few friends because of this – in my experience, my friends who do drugs have been very unreliable, terrible friends in the past.
it makes me sad to have so few friends because of this reason, yet i’m not going to start drinking and smoking to make new friends.
also – this really is an inconvenience when it comes to dating. i don’t know of any guys who don’t do drugs, and my ex boyfriend of a year turned out to be a huge drug addict and hid it from me so well. he ended up getting kicked out of school and going to jail for it – then i found out. also, my mom is a recovered alcoholic of 3 years (she went to rehab in 2006), but yeah, needless to say i’ve had some bad experiences with drugs.

i just don’t know what to dooo…..