September - 2011

every thing died

Northern Canada

when my dad died every died on me i had nothing no where to go and thats when pot came into my life

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Lost my best friend to marjiuwana

Central Canada

I was at a party with my best when he first tried pot. He had a good time and he still seemed aware of he's surroundings and in control. He was just more happy. He smokes weed mostly on weekends sometimes after school or if it's a slow day during school. I just can't support someone who enjoys drugs so I broke off my friendship. He was confused and called me a queer. I actually don't know where I'm going with this. when he dies after injecting himself with too much marjiuwana he will think I'm right then

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My Brother

Central Canada

Just this year i saw my brother acting really strange around the house. my mother and i were about to leave the house to go to the mall and my brother was out of the house . when we were about to leave my mother came running down the house with a small box there was nothing inside. i would ask her many times what is wrong she would say nothing and we left the house. a couple days later my brother ran away for about 2-3 days and then came back. that night he packed his bags and moved to his fathers house. his father was taking drugs and abussing my mother. i never saw my brother again.......!

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I will never forget what you did for me.

Northern Canada

bak wen i was 14 years old, i was always hanging out with the cool kids, getting in lots of trouble, smokin and experiencing the teen life. i remember showing up to school but not actually goin in coz i wood go smoke a fat doobie instead. then one day i showed up to my dealers house to pick up my fix an i met his sister, ****, for the first time. she was so beautiful an i rely wanted her to come smoke up with us, she seemed like a cool girl. my dealer told me that she wasent a smoker an she was focused on school ... a good girl. i would always want to talk to her but she rely dint like it wen we were high an making lots of noise. one night we all hung out at my friends house an my dealer brot **** along. we decided to play spin the bottle. i thot it wood give me a chance to maby kiss her so i was excited. we were all having a good time until my friend lit a joint and started passing it around. *** got up an left coz she must not of liked the fact that we were goin to smoke. i got up an quikly ran after her. i followed her outside an before she was about to walk away, i asked her why she was leavin in such a hurry. she told me that she hated people who smoked an that she wished we could all have a good time without having to get high. then she ran off ...

a few days later, i saw her again, we started to hang out and become friends. i soon after quit smoking weed to spend my time with her instead, it was great. i am now 18 years old an we have been dating since. i will always thank you for makin me let go of my addiction an realise that there is so much more to life than drugs. i love you babe thanks for everything !

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I love youu **** <3

Other

3 years ago, I lost my friend **** to a Meth addiction. He was always coming home late, making his mom cry, getting into trouble, but I never realised that he was an addict. I remember him helping me with school work and being the best friend ever but I guess he started hanging out with the wrong crowd. I promissed him that I would stay in school and become a lawyer because thats what I've wanted to be ever since I was little. I am now in college studying social sciences & I hope to make **** proud of me.

I love youu **** <3

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The wake up

Atlantic Canada

Growing up , life was pretty ruth for me ... Had to deal with alot a bull. Today , i'm a 15 year old teenaged girl living with a single parent.My story begins with consuming cannabis/weed ... At first , i LOVED the feeling it gave me, i felt powerful .I remember spending 20 $ a day and smoking joints at school before almost every course with some buddies till it took a wrong turn ..I was doing HORRIBLY at school . Going from an average of 93 % in almost every class to a low 28% ! I started ganing weith rappidly cuzz of the "munchies" , then getting depressed and super paranoid about my image. Paranoid to an unbelivable level and because of that i lost 2 of my close friends . So i stoped but that didn't last very long .Someone referred me to Speed (methamphetamine). Where i live , their called "des peanuts".Yup , that was something ... it gave me a super energetic buzz but lets just say it left me thinking in a diffenrent way that was somehow Positive and Negative.Soon enought, the word spred out that i was taking that drug and Kids at my school started making fun of me calling me a crack head. It felt bad having hear that . I didn't even want to be at school not hight on speed cause it made me "happy" and when i was "happy" i didnt really care what they said . The problem was when i didnt have anymore , i would seriously go NUTS ! I remember this one time at school , i was out so i went to see the person that usally sold then to me to rebatche.Turns out he didnt have anymore so i freaked out on him crabbing his shirt, pushing him up against a locker... I was screaming so loud that the ppl around use literaly didnt hear the bell ring. A couple of days later , my friends sat me down and made me realize what i was doing . That i was not only hurting my body but also ppl around me .Truthfully , i didnt like it cause the one thing that actually made me "happy" , they wanted to take away .I didn't care , juste kept on taking them. It finally took 4 Police officers that came at my school and did a search because the principale had hurd rumers about my illegal actions and my rebellious behavior . I was so ashamed and scared that day, i endend up quitting . The sad part is that it actually took all that drama to get me thinking and finally say "WOW". I used to be someone very determind and career driven . I still am but i can't believe that i let drugs get in the way . I wasted a good 2 years of my life for nothing.I'm not proud of my past but I think it's one of the phases in my life( like many others )wich makes me a soon to be strong , independent young women that i know i'm capable of .

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sad days

Central Canada

some of my family smoke and it makes me sad i love them very much and i dont want enything to happen to them how can i tell them to stop

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Drunk on life.

Atlantic Canada

Okay,my name is ***. I am on drugs, I can't stop. Mind you i'm not even tpying this, My hands are too shakey I too parinoid to do anything. I started taking drugs when I was 11 years old. I got dared too try it once,after one try.. I loved it. My broter was too scared to try it... the rest of this story is too bad.

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Drugs and Driving - a Deadly Cocktail

Western Canada

I'm going to make this short because I don't like thinking about it much. When I was 17 I crashed a car with three of my friends in it; i was stoned out of my mind. Two of them died and the third can't walk. I survived with only a broken tibia and several lacerations. I have to live with the pain of what I did every waking hour of every day. Please don't do drugs.

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THTF

Northern Canada

This one time, I totally greened out. I was feeling too high to function and my heart was racing. I woke up in the hospital. They told me I had 6 heart attacks while in the emergency room, and died 6 times. I know marijuana killed me 6 times, and I don't want it to ever happen to anyone again ever. I hope that my sixteenth birthday will be the cleanest and most sober yet!

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A Drug Crime

Atlantic Canada

What Up? I'm 15 years old I don't do drugs. I started do it when I was 9 years old in grade 4, in the begining of the school year, when my friend told me that he could make me feel so great. So I did, and I got so high. I did it everyday afterschool till christmas break. I didn't think I have a problem. I was still doing weed but I than found coke. I saw these teenagers selling coke. I went and bought it and gave home to snort it. I than became doing coke the whole coke. I still didn't think I have a problem. Than when I was in grade 5 a new student came to our school. He lived in my street so I'd always be hanging out with him. One day I was in his house and he toke out ecstasy. He told it was like vitamins but makes he feel so great. So I did it. I was on three drugs, weed, coke, and ecstasy. I still didn't think I have a problem. I did these drugs for three more years. When I was in grade 7 I did herion. I got it from the high student volunteer's who did it here because it be more safer than there school. Now on four drugs. I still didn't think it was a big problem. So how could it get worse. Two years later in high school I found Meth. It is very addictive. Now on five drugs I felt so bad. Always in pain. I now knew I have a big problem. So I stopped doing coke and herion. I only did ecstasy, weed and meth. I overdose on Christmas. I was on coma for three days. So I stopped meth. Now I'm 15 years old, I live with my grandmother cause my parents can't handle me no more. I do ecstasy only at parties if they have it. I do weed all the time. I can only tell don't do drugs. I know I do it but no one told me not to. So i'm telling you, Drugs aren't the solution. DRUGS AREN'T FOR U. :'(

P.S. I was on my last weed while doing this. Now I'm not doing drugs not more with the help of my doctor and other people who want to help me. They can help you to if you promise to your self you won't do it no more.

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focus on something else

Central Canada

If someone asks you to do drugs don't do it just because you want to look cool or be noticed. You will be better off doing something you like such as swimming or outdoor trips or games etc. I have NEVER experienced drugs and never want to and I hope you don't either.

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things change

Western Canada

I was 14 and honestly curious. I found some pills in a baggy, ALL DIFFERENT KINDS one day. Different colours, different logos, and some were just capsules. A few days later, I decided to try them with 2 friends. We finished all of them within a night. It was honestly the most amazing experience. That led me to running away from home. They say weed is the gateway drug, but for me it was these pills. A couple weeks later, I tried smoking weed on 4/20, for the first time and smoked so many times that day I couldn't even remember what happened. I am so glad I was caught by the police and was returned home or I believe I would've been dead by now. Encountering the police isn't as pleasant as you think it is. You hear stories where doing drugs are occasional events, and become daily life styles, but for me it was always an occasional thing. I never was addicted either to that extent either. It was something I always did occasionally to get away from everything. It didn't hurt me in the short run, but in the long run it effected me badly. I liked doing ecstasy and mdma more than smoking weed, so popping was more occasional than smoking weed. A little over a year later, it hit. I started to have bad memory, when I talk, I slur or stutter. I can't remember what I was going to say or the word I want to say. I can't remember a lot of things, for example: when I remember I forget to bring something, I go to the location to get it, but when I arrive, I am totally lost and stressed that I cannot remember what I need, so I give up and return to where I am, only to remember moments later what I needed to do again. It has had a great impact on my knowledge as well, there seems to be holes in my memory, missing details of what I knew. I could no longer retain as much information as before. I could not remember tasks I was supposed to do. I started to eat all the time. All I ever thought about was food. I never ate breakfast, but then I started eating breakfast, eating every class, break and lunch, after school, all the way 'til dinner. I also started to become more tired, sleeping earlier than usual, becoming more tired day by day. I gained weight. I finally went to a doctor and they confirmed that I may have depression. I was even more stressed out. Not to mention, after the first little while that you do ecstasy and mdma, things are different, when you're high, it's not as fun as it was before, it's just deep thoughts. Many of the people I knew who did this, agreed. I finally picked back up on my life before it was too late to turn around. I began working out to overcome my weight gain, I began occupying myself with day to day tasks. It has gotten better, but honestly, you'll never be as happy as you were before you did ecstasy and mdma. Although I can say you receive a better perception of life and yourself, I advise you not to do it. It honestly destroyed my true potential of what I could've achieved in life, and I can see that my success won't be as great as it could've been.

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when mary-jewana isn't so cool

Central Canada

i'm 13 and i started smoking mary-jewana and i smoked it everyday. i smoked everyday and after that i started doing harder drugs like tobacco, shrooms, and caffeine. it was only until last week that i finally realized i hit rock bottom. i was doing weed through a needle and i overdosed after injecting way too much (thanks to peer pressure..). i woke up in the hospital unaware of what happened, until the doctor came in and told me the news. in addition to ODing on weed needed, i contracted a deadly virus called AIDS. i was very dumb to try drugs and now i know i'm cooler than to smoke mary-jewana

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The green was mean

Other

I smoked pot for a year and I thought I loved it, the drug fooled me into thinking that being high was fun, nothings fun about it you can't stop laughing, you get hungry, you get tired. Now that I look back on it I don't know how I got through my smoking days it was risky. One night my friends wanted to try something new so we melted our weed on a spoon and made liquid weed, we injected ourselves with it and it was the scariest thing ever. I saw a demon and he took me then gave me third degree burns, when he brought me back my friends were freaking out telling me I had to go to the hospital. I knew this would be bad, what would my parents think? I waited three hours until I decided the burns were to bad to ignore. As soon as my family found out about my heavy weed addiction they put me up for adoption and I have been with a foster family ever since. Marijuana, harmless?

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Not Me

Central Canada

I have never been interested in drugs and/or alcohol. They are very dangerous and they can effect your life totally. A couple of my friends smoke cigarettes and weed and have tried using heroin. But they are all good friends and I can't leave them. They know me well enough that they would never offer me drugs. And they never do drugs in front of me. I am happy I have that care about me so much. I always try to convince them to stop smoking and doing drugs because they need help from a friend. Fortunately, they have stopped smoking weed, and at the time they are only smoking cigarettes. They are still trying to stop. I am very proud of them.

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Marijuana

Other

My mom, sister, and others in my life smoke marijuana and I don't want to end up like them, having little amounts of money, always smelling like marijuana, etc. I am going into middle school and that's usually when I will be asked about it, so I have made a pledge to myself and my friends that I will not smoke marijuana. I hope many others do the same.

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I wish I knew, I really do...

Atlantic Canada

I started doing marijuana in grade nine to fit in with a guy I liked. I didn't know that he was into harder drugs, as so were his friends.

I continued to hang around with them, making friends within the drug community, and before too long, I tried others.

I tried E, but I didn't like it so much.
I tried mushrooms, but I didn't like that either.

Before the year was out, I had tried almost everything I could get my
hands on. I decided to give up on the drugs.
I mean, why do something that you don't like?

I didn't realized how hooked I was... On heroin.

I'm trapped here now, and all I can say is I wish I knew, I really do...

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My Friends Do It, I Don't

Central Canada

I came into high-school thinking I wouldn't do drugs. I still haven't. Some of my friends couldn't resist the temptation and they started. They seemed like themselves at first, but soon they got into harder drugs, and started using more often. Eventually I would go to talk to them and I wouldn't even recognize them. Not just their appearance, but they way the acted, and their personality. Some of them were shells of who they once were. From being a happy, clean, responsible teen, to being a drug-addicted, always-high loner. My one friend, he's so addicted, sometimes I think he is insane. He's gone to rehab twice, and is still addicted. He's 15. I will never do drugs, just by looking at my friends, and I hope to god, that they pull through, because I don't want to see their name in the obituary.

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When you least expect it

Other

The first few years of my life were the best. I had it all good parents, a house that i loved,lots of friends but shortly after my brother was born things started to change i saw my mom less and less. She was always saying that she had to work late. Then one day she forgot to pick my little brother up from school since i was so young i didn't really care. When my mom was around she was always sleeping i would ask if she would play with me she would always say not now or later. Later i noticed my parents were always fighting and yelling at each other. Then my mom started going in and out of all these hospitals she and my dad said she was just getting her medicine fixed and i believed them because she had diabetes. There was even a time when she was in a hospital for 18 months straight. My dad would always bring me to my grandmas house and she was always extra extra nice. Then i started spending whole weeks at my grandmas house only going home on the weekends i didn't know what was happening. But then my parents said that they were getting a divorce and that they were selling the house. It was horrible i was screaming and crying saying your lying. Then slowly we started packing up all of our stuff we left and me and my brother left and spent the summer at my grandma's house then after my dad sold our house we moved into my grandmas house. I had to make new friends and i made almost none i was used to being the popular girl but now i was the weird girl. Then when i was nine my parents told me why my mom was always in hospitals and why we had to sell our house she did drugs and she started taking money from my dad's bank account and used the money to buy drugs i was furious my mom has been huffing ever since and she will become clean for awhile but then she will start doing it again.

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What 3 years can do...

Western Canada

So I have a friend. Our story started in 7th grade really. Before then we were okay, but never really considered eachother friends. **** was funny and popular. I was less of the two. But one day we discovered we had a really nerdy thing in common, I wont say what it is to keep things rather vague. Really, other than this, we didn't have too much in common. Everyone knew ****. Not everyone knew me. 8th grade came, and **** and I were still close. I remember he stuck up for me. He is stronger and braver than me. We hung out ever other weekend. We both still played the game, although I was getting bored of it. Even if the game was out of the picture now, we would still be friends. We had grown really close. His mom died, but he didn't seem to make a big deal of it because his parents were divorced and he stayed at his dad's. Then 9th grade came. Big deal right? Yes. Because 9th grade is the first year of high school. Him and me drifted apart then, although we still hung out. **** was more popular with the girls than me. He started to hang out with the people that everyone knows to stay away from. I later found out that he had developed a serious weed addiction. Grade 10. **** had changed schools, so besides the hangout that we slipped in every month or so, we hardly saw eachother. He altogether seemed like the same person. Sometime in summer we showed up to the same party. This is where i figured it out. He started screaming at his girlfriend because she wouldn't give him any of her E. He was kicked out of the party. I have also heard from many of his friends he has developed a habit of doing cocaine too.

I want to help him, but we have drifted so far apart by now that I feel I hardly know him. His life isn't necessarily perfect. His parents got divorced and his mom died. His dad went through a mid life crisis and remarried someone that **** hates. However, his parents got divorced when he was little, and his mom dying didn't affect his life too much. This doesn't seem like reason to resort to drugs, most of my other friends could probably pull through without them.

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