DOSE:	repeated	insufflated	Cocaine	(powder / crystals)
	repeated	smoked	Crack	(freebase)

BODY WEIGHT:

108 lb

Well I have done my far share of Coke, let me tell you. I was addicted I guess you could say. An I will admitt I miss that shit more then anything. I loved it and Hated it at the same time. If you can understand that. I had been using that shit for almost a year, Before I got sent to rehab for it.

Coke can be amazing experience. The way I feel on it, its great. My heart racing and speedy. I'm no longer the lazy girl that I usally am. I actually get shit done. My face all numb and shit and my consent need to be going somewhere or doing something. What can I say I enjoyed the rush. I seemed to feel unstoppable on that shit. An well I Guess thats where it got me in trouble.

My nose started to be all fucked up and I was being more broke then ever. I suppose you could say I became desparte and would do anything to get some money. You could be my bestest friend in the whole wide world and I would rob you blind, When it came down to it. After awhile, My nose was too fucked up I couldnt even breath through it very well no more. So yes I started cooking it into crack.

Now Crack on man, Its a different high. I'm very aware of shit around me. Concered with everything literally. I Cant sit still for the life of me. Paraonia is a constent feeling on crack. I felt so paraoid of everything and everyone. I actually remember this time I refused to come out of this hotel because I was for sure The cops were waiting for me. I stayed in there for about 4 days, smoking crack and weed. I had lost just about anyone that ment anything to me. I would disappear for some days, Not even realising I was gone. All I could think of was I need money, I need white. Thats all I cared about it really.

Dont get me wrong here, Theres alot of good in drugs but there is always a price to pay for them. An well I'm sure I have paid my price. By this time I was doing shit load of white a day, goin mad when I couldnt aford it. Throwing rages stealing shit left and right just to keep up with my habit. Fuckin goin crazy on crack, If you tried to talk to me on that shit I would just flip out on you. For even thinking you have a right to tell me what to do. I was a wee-bit crazy on that shit. I always thought people were out to get me. Till the night came I got arrested. The withdrawls are a bitch. I was very desprate and would do anything to get some, an I MEAN ANYTHING. Thats all I could think about. The fact I was sitting in a cell, was the worst I was locked away and goin insane and just wanted to throw myself out the window. I have had my up and downs on drugs, an well through it all I wouldnt change a thing.

The fact I'm only 17 and have been through all this and made it this far. Is beyond me. But I dont regret my past. I have some crazy ass memories that I would never change for anything. I lost just about everything because of it and did quite some time for it over that too.

Exp Year: 2005	ExpID: 42811
Gender: Female
Age at time of experience: Not Given
Published: Jan 15, 2019	Views: 1,435
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