| Name |
Views and Comments | Date |
| Kelsey |
This story is so amazing!! i will i spire it 4 ever!!!!
i am 13!!! |
1/5/2007 |
| Anya |
Hey my name is Anya and I enjoyed your site, but I think that you should have a section for teen’s experiences with sex, drugs and alcohol. As a teenager I'm interested in reading what other have to say about there experiences, because chances are if your on this website your sexually active, drink, or do drugs. I think it’s a good way to get teenagers to express themselves. I'd like to share my story with you and have it appear on this web site.
Hi my name is Anya and I'm 15 years old. When I first started in High School I was a good kid, I got on the honour role and I had good friends. Then some of my friends started drinking and smoking weed. To be completely honest I was ok with it, I was still friends with them, but I didn’t do that to me. Then when a week before my 14th birthday, me and one of my friends got drunk for the first time, we had fun and we liked it. We started drinking on a regular basis.
Then one day I asked one of my friends if she would burn me on a joint at school. The first time I smoked I didn’t get high, but the second time it hit me, and I was so high, I remember sitting in my math class and everything was flashing, I felt like I was walking on a cloud, and I felt kind of like a cartoon character.
I remember telling myself that I wasn’t going to smoke often, and that I would do it once in a while, but what I didn’t know at the time is what it would lead to. Smoking on the occasion slowly turned to once a week, then a few times a week, and then everyday. I was at a point I remember that I was smoking about 4-5 times a day. I would smoke a wake and bake by myself out my window, then I would have one at lunch at school, skip some classes to go smoke another joint. Then I would go out with my buddies and smoke again. I would go home, eat all the food in my house to calm my munchies, and then before bed I would smoke another joint.
Smoking and drinking had become my life, I was failing class, I wouldn’t show up to classes, and if I did I would either be stoned or drunk. Everything was a joke to me. I wouldn’t listen to what my mom said, I would go out on weekdays and come back home hammered and high and go to bed. I would go to school hung over all the time.
I remember one time me and one of my friends really wanted to get high, but we had no money, so we each took 3 Tylenols and smashed up 5 each and sniffed them. It didn’t do any thing to us, but I was at a point where u would do any thing.
I remember I was at this party, and I was so drunk high, and there were so many joints going around and some guys bought a 3 and a half grams of cocaine. At first I didn’t want to sniff it, so we made juicy's and put it out joints. I have to say, it was a really fun high, and it was different.
After that party I didn’t smoke cocaine again for a long time. But smoking weed wasn’t like it use to be. It wasn’t fun any more. I would smoke just to get a downer. But I couldn’t quit, I craved it all the time.
One day at school one of my friends bought a pill of speed, neither of us had taken it before, so we split it and I was feeling happy, the day went by so fast, but when school was over I felt like I didn’t take enough. So I bought another pill and a half of speed, and I took it. I remember feeling so good, I loved the feeling at first, but then slowly it got worse and worse. I wouldn’t eat anything, I couldn’t sleep, I was up 3 nights, shaking, panicking. I lost about 10 pounds in those 3 days and I felt so sick. My lips were all dried out, my hands would shake at school for the next week. That was the only time I took speed.
I had to my find myself a drug, one that made me feel good. weed just doing it for me. I tried shrooms, and they were fun, tub not the kind of drug that you would do everyday. I was running out of ideas. Then I remembered that party went to and how good that juicy was. I went with a bunch of my friends and we drove down to Valois, where all coke heads hung out. We became good friends with them. That weekend my friend stole 500$ from her mom, and we spend about 300$ of it on cocaine. The rest we spend on weed and alcohol.
My first experience on cocaine was amazing. We sniffed about 4 lines each at first, and then through the nigh worked our way up to about 10. Being high on cocaine was the best feeling in the world. It made me feel good about myself. I was confident when I was on it. I could go up and talk to any one. I began doing cocaine, but it didn’t start off regularly, I would do it maybe once a week, but so many times that once a week would become more. It was an expensive habit, and I was stealing all the money from my mom. I remember I had so many bad experiences. This one time, it was maybe 4 in the afternoon, and me and my friend had sniffed so much. I was sitting on the couch, and I was paralysed. I couldn't move anything but my face, and m friend was coming up to me with more cocaine on a key, and I would sniff more, even though I couldn’t move. It was Disgusting.
Slowly I would be doing cocaine every day, and sometimes even more then a day. But it was expensive. 80$ a gram, and I would be using about 2-3 grams a day. At first I started stealing money, not only from my mom, but from the girls locker room. Then I would start stealing things to sell. But I wasn’t getting enough cash from that.
I remember this day very clearly, it was about 10 o’clock and I just finished sniffing some lines with one of my dealers. I looked at him, and I put my hand between his legs, he looked at me and smiled. I told him I would have sex with him for some coke. We had sex in the back seat of his car. I lost virginity to him, and I remember it being painful, but I was so high, I was laughing. For the next while I would keep doing this with him, and he would supply me.
I was stupid I wouldn’t even use a condom with him. I had sex with him for coke portly around 50 times. Any time I would need some I would call him up. He would come pick me up, we would sniff some lines, have sex, he'd give me some coke, and then he'd leave.
It was a horrible way to live, and I somehow managed to keep all my secrets away from my parents, with lies after lies. I was pathetic, I was selling myself for drugs, I would sniff cocaine by myself sometimes when no one was around. I would drink all day long. From the time I woke up I would mix vodka with my orange juice in the morning. My mom would drop me off at school, id wait till she left and I would leave the school. I just stopped going. I didn’t care any more. All my friend at school hated me and would always piss me off and tell me to stop. All I had was my drugs and my drug friends that were all in their 20's. At the time I didn’t realize how pathetic they were, how pathetic I was. To me, all I wanted to do was have a good time. I thought that in was living the dream life, I was always having fun. I was addicted, and there was nothing I would do about it. I looked horrible, like I hadn’t slept in weeks. I had huge bags under my eyes, I was constantly drunk and high. I would tell my mom that I couldn’t sleep for boul reasons.
My friend she had her wisdom teeth pulled and was on antibiotics. Instead of her taking them we would sniff them. We would always find a way to get high. No matter what.
Then my old best friend was having her sweet 16 limo party. She invited me because we use to be such good friend and I guess she just wanted us to be friends again. The limo came and picked me up at my house. At the time I was sober I think, but I had a vale of some date rape drug on me. I had heard that one of those vales was like drinking a whole 2-4 (a case of 24) but with out getting sick, or slurring your words. I was excited to take it. We went to a restaurant down town. When I was on the bathroom I slipped the date rape drug into my Pepsi. I went back up after drinking it. At first, I didn’t feel anything, but I slowly started feeling more and more drunk, I was feeling to drunk, and I wanted it to stop. I was acting stupid. I'm pretty sure I had the whole restaurant looking at me. I remember the manager coming and talking to my best friend, they were looking at me, and with the dirtiest look, she told us we had to leave. We got into the limo and my best friend was solo mad at me. Her sweet 16 was ruined because of me. As I was laughing and talking in the limo, I puked everywhere. My friend screamed at me and said " THAT IS IT! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU, I WANTED U TO COME TO REMEMBER THE FREINDSHIP WE ONCE HAD BEFORE YOU DECIDED TO UP YOUR LIFE, NOW YOU SHOW UP HERE ON WHO KNOWS WHAT DRUG, AND YOU RUIN MY SWEET 16. I HATE YOU, GET OUT NOW!"
The limo pulled over and let me out, the driver didn’t want to do it, but I said its ok, and I would take the bus home. The limo drove away, and I was somewhere downtown, drunk off that small vase, in high heels and a dress. I sat down and started to cry. This was the point where I wanted to stop everything that I was doing. I looked around and I saw a hobo across the street, sitting on a blanket, all dirty with a his hands out for some change. I didn’t want that to be me. I was ruining my life, and I hadn’t even noticed before then. I went into a pizza place and used there phone. I was crying, I told my mom to come pick me up and in the car I told her everything. She was shocked and couldn’t believe it. At first she was mad, but then realized that being mad wouldn’t help, and the next day we went to a rehab centre and a week later I checked in. It’s been a month since I got out of rehab, and I just want to tell people to stop before it to late. I could of died from an overdose, or being raped or something. I want to let all you teenager out there, I understand, I've been in your place and I know you might just say, oh but its just a joint every once in a while, tub look what happened to me, I said that same thing, and all this happened in just a year. It can happen to you, but not if u stop before it gets out of hand like my situation did. If you need help, there are many help lines you can call and get support.
Thank you
Anya
please contact me at vanilla_swirls11@hotmail.com
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1/7/2005 |
| KissmeNOW |
if someone wants to have sex with you. Only you can make the decision wether to or not |
1/5/2005 |
| child rights |
Waiting to turn 18, i am livin wth my mom, stepgranprent, but my real other
grandparets raise me, in other state.
mom , will not let me go until older.
run away,now,go to night school,there. |
10/13/2004 |
| child rights |
Can a 16/18 year old get a drivers
license in another state, a state in which
they live in summers/work and will
go to college at. ? as long as they have
there birth certficate, SS,card number. |
10/13/2004 |
| Jenni 13 |
ive done drugs ive been smoking with my friends and cousins sieince i was in 4th or 5th grade but once i was it caused me and my boyfriend of only 2 weeks to have sex and thinking that i was pregnet for 3 days i kwet it was hard but i probley save me from a life in hell!! |
8/7/2004 |
| the truth |
i think you are a weak individual and you could have made yourself belive asprin was a gateway drug |
6/3/2004 |
| Whitney |
i think that the people on here thats say there will never do heroin or crack but they will do other drugs that they think arent as bad are clueless. im 17 years old and am now a recovering herion addict a serious one. i stared out smoking pot and drinking then got in to more serious stuff like club drugs but i always said i would never smoke crack or do herion but the next think i know i was smoking crack but i didnt like it much and then i snorted herion and said ok well ill never shot it up then i did and then i became an addict. so dont forget that pot really is the gateway drug and this is coming from someone that really knows. |
5/25/2004 | |
