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    This story is for those of you who are interested in trying Meth...although this doesn't happen to everyone, it is something that happens to MANY people far to many times to count...Please take this into consideration...

    -- Dancing With the White Demon --

    There are so many psychonauts out there searching for that one high that will surpass all others, they are willing to try almost anything. I’m writing this experience report here today so that my story may steer certain people away from what I like to call “Satan’s Drug of Choice.” It’s a little lengthy, however, it’s important for me to stress what this drug can do to someone’s mind. I want to share with all of you a story, my story…about my addiction, about my betrayals, about what it’s like to hit “rock-bottom.” This is a story about my Meth addiction…an addiction I would wish on my worst enemy.

    Let me start from the beginning. An insight into how things were going before my addiction will help illustrate just how fucked up I eventually got. I was a “straight A” student, and not one of those “bookworm school nerds.” I was quite popular throughout high school and my first and only year of college. I had everything going for me, tuition was paid for by my Grandparents whom I’d lived with practically all my life. I was very close to all of my family, and a friend to me was something to be treasured and not walked upon. I was the king of my castle and I knew it. I was proud of what I’d accomplished and my future to come.

    I started getting into the party scene. It started off with the usual “drink yourself silly and wake up in front of a toilet the next morning.” I then moved on to smoking a little marijuana here and there. I made some of the best friends of my life during this period of my life. I was usually home at a decent hour, responsibility was on top al all my priorities. I had a lot of fun in those days, the “good ole’ days” as I like to call them. Then, my life drastically turned into a downward spiral before I even realized where it was going.

    A party…of all the places for my addiction to start, this is probably the most usual and common place for it to happen. This party had a different atmosphere to it however, a darker atmosphere. It wasn’t the lively little party with everyone screaming, yelling and having a good time. I had been used to those types of parties. The people here seemed to be so…so disturbed. I didn’t think nothing of it and partied with the rest of my friends that had come along. Then, it happened, a guy pulled me into a rest room with a few other people and asked me if I wanted to try some Crank. I’ve always been one to try new things, so, I accepted. Being as inexperienced as I was, he had to hold the pipe for me because I was burning the Meth above the flame.

    Needless to say, I liked it so much that I was at his back the whole night begging for more. It turned me into a different person. I’m generally not a nagging, persistent little pest, but it didn’t matter to me that night. If it meant I would get more, I would do it. My friends, my good friends, eventually left once they realized what kind of a party it was, however, I stayed behind in spite of their disapproval. I stayed the rest of the night there with a friend that I had just met. I remember us talking outside, telling each other that we would never forget this night and the kick-ass time we both had. It was supposed to be some kind of a bonding moment. To this day, I still don’t remember her name.

    Anyways, that was the beginning. The little spark that ignited a fire of despair and loneliness. I never saw any of the people I met that night ever again. It was like a still moment in time that would come and go, never to come back. The next day I felt like shit. I wanted some more so terribly bad, but it wasn’t there and I couldn’t get it. The next week or so wasn’t that bad. After all, I had only done the drug once, and I wasn’t really addicted. Then, something terrible happened, I found a hookup!!!

    I was working at that time as an Independent Contractor being a phone psychic with my friend, Aaron, whom I was living with (it’s all fake folks, don’t buy into it). Our boss was hella cool and we could talk to her about literally anything. So, one day, I mentioned the fact that I had tried Crank and liked it. One night, when my friend Aaron wasn’t working, she pulled out her stash and shared. I was surprisingly shocked, and for the next few months, I got my drugs through her.

    I eventually moved back in with my Grandmother due to the death of my Grandfather. My Grandmother was devastated and she needed someone to be there for her. I moved back in to give her the comfort I knew she needed. During the first month I had moved back into my Grandmothers, my addiction grew almost exponentially. I was buying an “8-Ball” ($100 worth) on Thursdays and partied until Sunday, sometimes even by myself. It got to the point that practically all of my paychecks were going to drugs. School was becoming less and less important, and I started ignoring my Grandmothers pleas to have me home at a decent hour. She was terribly worried about me, with all the uncertainty surrounding my shift in personality. If she only knew that I was an addict, I know she would have helped me.

    I met a guy shortly after the move back home named Che. I soon found out that he was just as much into the Meth scene as I was, plus, he had better hookups and much more availability. Being 30 miles away from my home, I was never with my Grandmother. It got to the point that I went home just to sleep. I would usually come home to a crying Grandmother, worried about why I was getting home so late. Money was starting to become a problem with my addiction growing so rapidly. The pawn-shop soon became my best friend. I would steal my Grandmother’s gold jewelry and hawk it for pennies on the dollar. I even ripped off money from my cousin’s college fund that was locked up in my Grandmother’s drawer. It was at the point that I would do absolutely anything for more Crank. I was turning into a monster and didn’t even see it happening.

    My car eventually broke down and I had no way of getting back and forth to visit Che and the “druggies.” It was at this point in time that I did something that I would never do in my right state of mind. I turned my back on my Grandmother, who just lost her husband of almost 40 years, dropped out of college and moved out. I’ll never forget her crying, begging me not to go. We parted on very bad terms, and it was all my fault. She just needed someone to be there for her. She needed a reason to wake up in the morning. She was so worried about me and just wanted me to be ok. If only I knew that at the time, and if only I never started using drugs.

    I eventually turned my back on the rest of my family and my best friends whom I’d known for years. I dropped all contact and didn’t speak with any of them again until after my recovery. During this time, I was basically “street scum.” I had no job and no place to live. My boyfriend Che and I couch-hopped from place to place and party to party. As long as we had the drugs, it didn’t matter where we were. My weight diminished dramatically, to the point I was nothing but skin and bone. My health was deteriorating and it was the middle of winter. I must have worn the same outfit for at least a month straight. There was one point I even endeared some type of heart problem. I had taken a little too much Crank that night and my heart was beating so hard, and so fast, that it felt like I was having a heart attack. It hurt so tremendously bad that I feared my impending death. Thankfully, I didn’t die. I told myself if I were to live through that situation, I would never touch Crank again. I ended up giving my heart about a days worth of rest, and went right back to the drugs, what a shame.

    I could go on endlessly about the details surrounding this part of my life. There were days when Che and I didn’t have a place to stay, and we walked alone on the dark streets all night long in the middle of December. I wouldn’t even be able to count the number of times we borrowed money from friends to buy drugs and never paid them back (that is until after my recovery). It was so bad that we had to steal food from Mini-Marts just to put food in our stomachs. We stole cigarettes from K-Mart and Wal-Mart to fuel our nicotine addiction (a habit I still haven’t been able to kick, go figure). All and all, the quality of my life back then was no greater than that of a street-bum.

    Meth had me so confused and disoriented; I didn’t even know what had hit me. Hell, I didn’t even know I’d been hit. I thought everything was going to be fine, but everything was getting worse. It’s funny how Meth creates this illusion for you of whatever you want to believe. It’s a false positive that everything is ok, when in reality, everything is dangerously wrong. If I were to explain every single detail of what happened from the time I moved out of my Grandmothers, to my recover, this experience report would be a lot longer than it already is. Just know that I was nothing. I had nothing to my name, nothing to be proud of, and the only think I could call “home” was Main Street or the local park. I lived for the little white baggie of Meth, and that was all I lived for.

    Let me fast-forward to Christmas Eve. Che, who had been doing Meth alot longer than I had, was starting to realize what it was doing to him. He wanted to go home for Christmas Eve to be with his family, however, I wouldn’t be allowed because they didn’t approve of his gay lifestyle. I didn’t want him to go, and he promised me he wouldn’t. We ended up getting separated and he told me to meet him somewhere on Main Street within the next hour. I waited, and waited, and waited, until I realized he wasn’t coming. He had gone home to his family for Christmas, and here I was, on a cold evening, by myself on Christmas Eve. I began to cry. It was at this one moment in time that I realized what I had done to my life. I stood out there on Main Street, usually packed, however, not tonight. Everyone was at home with their families. I cried, tears rolling down my cheeks as cold as ice, wishing I were back at home with my family. I desperately searched for someone to be with, for someone to talk to…I didn’t want to be alone on the one day of the year you are supposed to be with family and friends. I finally found someone, and to be honest, I wouldn’t be able to tell you who it was. We ended up spending the night at a friend’s house and went to the movies the next day for Christmas. Che finally met up with me the day after Christmas and I didn’t get too upset at him. I was really too doped up to even care.

    Then, it happened, my life was saved. I was sitting on Main Street, Che had gone to look for some more drugs and my mother pulled up with my best friend, Aaron, who gave up my location to my family and told them how bad things were. My mother, whom I never really saw that often, told me to get in the car. We cried the whole way back to my Grandmother’s house. For the first time I can remember, my mother and father (who had been divorced 14 years) and my Grandmother sat in the same room with a common goal. They wanted to get me off of the drugs and move in with my mother in Northern California. I refused to do so and told them there was nothing they could do to make me go. I told them that I was an adult and that’s all that mattered. The Meth was talking for me. I wanted to go back and get high again with Che. The power with which this drug pulls you in is absolutely amazing. It wasn’t going to work this time though; the Meth was finally forced to be silenced. My family pulled out a bag of drugs they had found in my old room and threatened to call the police if I didn’t do as they wished, and so I did. I went back home with my mom (also once an addict) who helped me close the chapter on this part of my life.

    I look back now with regret on that period of my life. I hurt a lot of people, including myself. I had everything going for me, and there was nothing in the way to stop me, except an addiction. I want to thank my family, my mother, and Aaron for saving my life. Without them, I’m certain I wouldn’t be alive today. I’m proud to be able to say that I have stayed away from the imprisonment of addiction for two years now, and I’m loving every second it. I am out on my own with a good job and a wonderful boyfriend named George. This relationship, however, is based on love rather than drugs. I just recently found out that Che continued his abuse of Meth, and is now in prison for robbery. I can only wish the best for him, that one day, he will be able to conquer the white demon that torments him. Please take this story seriously for those of you who want to try this kind of drug. It could be the beginning of a road that leads to no-where, except away. Away from your family. Away from your friends. Away from your future. Away from reality. And away from yourself. Thank you for taking the time to read this story about my addiction to Meth, a high that kills.
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    i hope you are able to stay clean from that shit.
    One of the most popular quotes where i live is "Relapse is a motherfuck"
    but i hope u make it.
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    Thanks for writing that.
    Its helped me understand a lot of things.
    Ill remember this...
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    yeah, i fear for you if you get back into it again, 'cause dude's right, relapse IS a motherfucker and it'll bite you in the ass and drag you further down if it happens again.
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    I know how you feel.
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    Stick with it buddy. There are more of us doing the same. You are not alone.
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    wow. to think, i just did glass for the first time this weekend. i'm very glad you made it thru alright and sorry about what happened while you were addicted. hopefully others will take this to heart
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    Thanks for the positive feedback everyone!!! I can understand why some people would warn me about the relapse because I have witnessed the drugs addictive potential first hand...but it's something I will never go back to again...alot of other drugs really are fine with me and I can do them in moderation...but for some reason, Meth is a two-faced monster of a drug, very deceptive and evil...and I understand that now...it really scares me to even think what would happen if I went back to doing it again.
    I just hope this story has reached some people considering taking this drug (or even people who are currently using). If I can stop just one person from using Meth, or getting into any deeper than they already are...then it was well worth writing. Thanks again you guys for the feedback!!!
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    Im going through the same thing right now, except I havent quit.

    I want to so bad, but its like it surrounds me, everywhere I go, everyone I talk to. Any time I am sober, all I can think about is how much better it is to not be. I want to quit,but I dont think Im strong enough. Every bad thing that happens makes me wanna tweak so I can forget about it. I dont know what to do anymore. My friends have all lost their jobs, houses, and most unfortunately their minds. I think i might have too. Its everywhere. I dont know where to find my strength.

    My mom tried to put me in rehab but I wouldnt go. It gets so bad sometimes that I hallucinate, they classified it at the hospital as severe psychosis. I quit for 17 days after ending up in the hospital because my hallucinations were so bad that I thought there were paeople everywhere, cars in my driveway that weren't, all the night before my first day as a senior in high school (funny how they say these are supposed to be the best days of my life) I lost 35 pounds in one month, which is a lot for me being a 5 feet tall girl. But I didnt want to get fat. I broke up with my boyfriend because he asked me to not party one saturday out of the whole month, so we could spend time together. I havent worked since September, and I dont know where I get the money at, I just do. I lie to my mom, but ironic as it is I am actually happy that she started drinking again recently, because maybe she won't know about me. It's not even like the whole "Just a little pep to go out and party" Its more like sitting around for 17 hours, barely leaving the room, looking out the windows for cops, thinking that your best friend is plotting against you. I don't know if I can go through the withdrawal again, its just so much easier to take a handful of sleeping pills and do the same the next day. Can I make it through the day at school without it. I'm miserable when Im off, but If I smoke enough I get stupid enough that I wont think about it, cause it start to do the opposite effect. It starts off like you're talking all the time, going out and meeting new people, so outgoing, but then all you want to do is sit around and do more and more until you don't trust anyone who doesnt do it, you barely trust the people closest to you.

    Forget about my old friends, I started shutting off my phone months ago when they called, just to chat. They are worried about me, I know it but if I talk to them they will tell me what I dont want to hear, that they are there for me, that I dont need this. How much I have changed, how unhappy I am compared to that optimistic, outgoing, bubbly person I used to be. SO I just focus on my friends' problems, them losing their jobs, parents disowning them, breaking up and falling off.

    I don't remember what it feel s like to be interested in anything. I don't go one minute without thinking about it. If I should do more. I dont like the person Ive become. I actually hate myself. I just want to be numb. And I think, down the road, who would ever want to be with me, want to have kids with me. I feel so alone when I dont do it. I feel alienated from my friends (even my best friend) But right now I feel alienated from everyone else. It's so anti-social now. I know there is people there for me, but it's just weird how they look at me, like they yearn to have the old me back and I dont know if Ill ever be that again. Its easier to turn my back, to distance from them because they expect me to be someobody.

    There's so many secrets, I feel like my whole life is a big lie. I dont even know what I feel anymore, I dont feel. I have no desire to date, the only time I cry is when Im coming down. Every one I know is on the edge, our lives have fallen apart. So many things I said I would never do, Ive done. Right when I think Im ready to face reality, something happens. I dont even know why Im writing this.
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    Jungle_addict...I want you to email [email protected] I would love to talk to you...I just want you to know that you do have the strength in you, but to be honest, you probably don't have that strength by yourself...I know I didn't, I had to have my mothers strength there for me when I needed it most....you need to get help, it's so hard to do it on your own...I've seen meth destroy lives, sadly, I've seen it destroy lives to the fullest extent...I don't want to think of that happening to you...you can turn your life around, and it will be the hardest thing you ever did....but you need to do it for yourself...at least you are realizing what this evil drug is doing to you, that's the first step. Please go seek help from someone you trust (or used to trust before you were doing Meth). It will be the best thing you ever did....Please email me if you want someone to talk to...who's been [email protected]
    Take care and I wish you the best!!!
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    wow-
    thank you for your story.
    The curious side of me has always wanted to try meth, but after all the horror stories I have heard on here, and seen in my personal life. I think I am going to steer clear of the stuff.
    Good luck with your life and thanks again!
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    ya know, whenever you get a crazy craving for chemicals (i have a sad story about E, not as bad as ur crank story but its up there) just smoke smoke smoke lotsa lotsa lotsa WEED with ur friends. Make sure ur with good friends, watch a movie, laugh, get some munchies, smoke more, repeat. Just make sure u got good nugz and ur with close friends. If u smoke enough high quality herbs, ull eventually just forget the other drugs. It helps. Trust me. Dont excpect the big "high" cuz then ur just gonna want something more extreme, instead, expect to laugh and feel peaceful, and relaxed. Now 'adays, weed is so much better than E or MDA or DXM or LSD for me. (i was a big hallucinogen fan, yes, hallucinogens are addictive too)
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    Thanks for sharing your story. I think we can all learn from it. You are so lucky to have family and friends who love and care about you so much....
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    what can i say but, thanks
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    I said it before in my last post, and I'll say it again...thank you so much for taking the time to read my story...I know it was long...hehehehe....but, in all reality, the story wouldn't be as effective if I left parts of it out. Just knowing that my story may have helped just one (JUST ONE) person, makes me feel very good inside. I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through what I did, which is why I share this story with all of you, so that you guys can avoid it like the plauge. I don't condemn drug use....I myself use Ecstacy every now and then...the only one I worry about it Meth, cause I know it's potential, and I hope my story will reach at least one person before this thread is closed.....Thanks alot guys, and be safe/smart out there!!! =)
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    Thanx guys for helping me make an imformed choice not to ever do meth......I think its great that your stories are most definatley helping alot of ppl to stay clear of this drug...and most importantly are probably saving lifes down futures track.....
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    Just a quick question. What advise could you give to someone that is watching a friend go through what you went through. The problem is that most of me never wants to talk him again because I feel like I don't want expose myself to the very ugly world of meth. Am I being selfish.
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    cali_qt:
    have you posted this in erowid? it might not be a bad idea. and congrats on your recovery.
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    Yes, I sent it in to Erowid, but they did not post it up, I was somewhat disappointed, but I figured it was probably too big. I'm glad I was able to get it out here on Bluelight!!!
    Mman:
    You don't have to expose yourself into the Meth world to help your friend. I can almost guarantee you that you will not be able to help him/her yourself if he/she is as involved as I was. The only way you really can help someone who is addicted to Methamphetamine is to get more people involved....get people of authority involved. Not necesarily the police, but someone, or a group of people who might be of authority to your friend who is addicted...like family. My friend Aaron got my family involved and my family threatened to get the police involved...that was the only way I was able to get off of that shit. I know it sounds fucked up, but don't feel like a "rat." Just know that you are helping your friend, probably even saving his/her life...He/she might not understand at first, but I'll tell you this. What my friend did for me 2 years ago saved my life, and I will forever be grateful that he did it, even though I may not have been at the time. I hope this helps, and please don't give up on your friend, even if it seems that he/she has given up on you. Your friend needs you the most right now.
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    Thank you so much. I've been really thinking about trying meth, but it just hasn't been available lately. I'm positive i wont be trying it now.
    Good luck to you and thank you.
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    Wow.. Powerful post - thanx for that we appreciate...
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    oh my god, thAnk you so much for posting thAt story. As A meth Addict And relApser myself i reAlly enjoy reAding stories About peoples recoveries. it mAkes me wAnt to try ultra hArd to recover. ive been doing prescription meth for About 2 1/2 yeArs And this hAlf yeAr its gotten worse. Actually in september i mAnAged to stay cleAn for 30 dAys just to prove to myself thAt i didnt hAve a big problem And After those 30 dAys i went bAck. right now i Am About 15 dAys cleAn And hAting every single wAking moment of it. i hAte the disoriented And confused wAy my thoughts get. i Am no longer the poet And Artist thAt i once wAs. i hAte the chronic depression. i hAve been deAling with depression my whole entire life And one of the reAsons i love meth so much is thAt it sheilds it. but the comedowns Are the worst And mAny times i just wish i would die. i think like this Alot. As A senior in high school i should be hAving the best time but i find school life to be lonely, And boring, And quite sAd. im not much of A sociAl person and i dont have mAny friends by my side. i sortA Avoid people. ive turned lAzy. ive never been A person with big motivAtion but now with out the meth i Am totAlly sunk. Also i hAve developed the worst Anxiety And im only sure itll get worse. i feel funny in public and i just get the wAnt to run And hide. one of the worse things hAs to be is thAt i got An on going supply of it. i get it from my psychiAtrist As Desoxyn for my "ADD." reAding this And everyone elses storeis About there meth Abuse, i see A pArt of me in it. A big pArt reAlly. sometimes im sure im destined to go thAt wAy. i sortA beleive thAt you dont stop till you hit your rock bottom and im Affraid thAt i hAvent hit mine yet. people tell me to quit And stop but i sortA want to experiment more...
    im sure this All sounds very stupid And messed up And im not sure why i even posted but i just felt like i should.
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    I'd have to be ON METH to read all that...
    You would have to be ON METH to write all that...
    "...Im going through the same thing right now, except I HAVENT QUIT..." You can tell!
    Sorry but it's just so obvious I had to bring it up, get off the shit don't write about it, both of you.
    Cali boi tell me you have quit when you write a post 10ft long. Especially after your ordeal where your brains dopamine system has probably been obliterated, tell me how you mustered up all that without being under the influence.
    If I'm wrong please point that out to me and explain, whatever it is.
    oh my god, thAnk you so much for posting thAt story. As A meth Addict And relApser myself i reAlly enjoy reAding stories About peoples recoveries. it mAkes me wAnt to try ultra hArd to recover. ive been doing prescription meth for About 2 1/2 yeArs And this hAlf yeAr its gotten worse. Actually in september i mAnAged to stay cleAn for 30 dAys just to prove to myself thAt i didnt hAve a big problem And After those 30 dAys i went bAck. right now i Am About 15 dAys cleAn And hAting every single wAking moment of it. i hAte the disoriented And confused wAy my thoughts get. i Am no longer the poet And Artist thAt i once wAs. i hAte the chronic depression. i hAve been deAling with depression my whole entire life And one of the reAsons i love meth so much is thAt it sheilds it. but the comedowns Are the worst And mAny times i just wish i would die. i think like this Alot. As A senior in high school i should be hAving the best time but i find school life to be lonely, And boring, And quite sAd. im not much of A sociAl person and i dont have mAny friends by my side. i sortA Avoid people. ive turned lAzy. ive never been A person with big motivAtion but now with out the meth i Am totAlly sunk. Also i hAve developed the worst Anxiety And im only sure itll get worse. i feel funny in public and i just get the wAnt to run And hide. one of the worse things hAs to be is thAt i got An on going supply of it. i get it from my psychiAtrist As Desoxyn for my "ADD." reAding this And everyone elses storeis About there meth Abuse, i see A pArt of me in it. A big pArt reAlly. sometimes im sure im destined to go thAt wAy. i sortA beleive thAt you dont stop till you hit your rock bottom and im Affraid thAt i hAvent hit mine yet. people tell me to quit And stop but i sortA want to experiment more...
    im sure this All sounds very stupid And messed up And im not sure why i even posted but i just felt like i should.
    ~`~`~A~`~`~
    That's a painful post, some of us are born with harder lives than others, yeah?
    mines been hard too...you arent alone, but if you are someone loves you + God + I love you!
    That goes for you to cali boi, but clear up what I said, or put me in my place.
    [This message has been edited by NiQu3LorD (edited 02 December 2001).]
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    NiQu3LorD:
    It's all good NiQu3...I can understand you reasoning, but you a wrong. I actually didn't type that story on bluelight all at once...lol...it actually took me a few days to finish up the whole thing. I just did a cut and paste from a word document. I'm not on meth anymore, not will I ever be. I was serious when I said I posted that story for other people. I've seen this drugs potential first hand and I just want people to be informed about what it can do to you. If you read the whole story from beginning to end, you'll see that I couldn't have made it any shorter and still have the same effect. If you think I'm on meth just cause I know how to write, then you may go ahead and think that, but you don't know me, and that's why what you said doesn't bother me one bit. This story is simply a testimony to my addiction to meth, so that someone thinking about trying it may be able to see what this drug can really do to someone. I hope I've cleared up this misunderstanding. Peace out everyone!!!
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    It's all good NiQu3...I can understand you reasoning, but you a wrong. I actually didn't type that story on bluelight all at once...lol...it actually took me a few days to finish up the whole thing. I just did a cut and paste from a word document. I'm not on meth anymore, not will I ever be. I was serious when I said I posted that story for other people. I've seen this drugs potential first hand and I just want people to be informed about what it can do to you. If you read the whole story from beginning to end,
    you'll see that I couldn't have made it any shorter and still have the same effect. If you think I'm on meth just cause I know how to write, then you may go ahead and think that, but you don't know me, and that's why what you said doesn't bother me one bit. This story is simply a testimony to my addiction to meth, so that someone thinking about trying it may be able to see what this drug can really do to someone. I hope I've cleared up this misunderstanding. Peace out everyone!!!
    All clear, sorry mate.
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    I must say this is the most useful post I have ever read in my days of bluelight.
    I always tried to stay away from this forum, I knew if I came in here I would be reading a lot of bad stuff. I was scared, I knew if I got addicted to one drug I would be expecting some bad shit but I didn't want to come here because I didn't want to know what to expect.
    Cali and Jungle: I wouldn't say much to you two
    people. I am not really addicted to anything at this moment and I know I can not fully understand what places you have been to. What I really wish is that Jungle, have faith in yourself. This is all I can say.
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