I used to be addicted to meth, snorted it. In the beginning and for a long time a $30.00 bag lasted me a month or more. Then one day I realized I was using two bags a month, I still wasn't really too scared yet, because I was still at that point where I did have control of it, it 'didn't "HAVE" "ME" yet...
Then it still took a while I didn't 'have' to have it for awhile, I didn't use it 'everyday'.
Then I noticed Hey? am I using more than I think I am? When did I use, maybe I need to slow down. So I did, I got a calender,
lol, I know, I bought a calender just to keep track, and a red marker.
Put red X's on the days I used.
Twice a week I was only allowed, and I was okay with that.
Then I was like I'm too tired, I have to work, only this time I'll use three times.
My calender over the months went back and forth, it was actually pathetically sad looking at me 'trying' to not use, the red X's on some weeks, or a
1/2 a red X on some days,
Till a few years later everyday was a red X, by then of course the
METH HAD ME.....
And still I remember crying starring at my calender, wondering,
omg, am I really addicted?
Getting thrown in the back of a cop car, and a talking to is what
convinced me....
In the beginning I had no idea it would ever get so bad.
But it always does...
It's not a life, I would ever get mixed into now, as a user now,
or with a person who was using.
If you choose to stay with a person who is using, your not just
staying with the user, but his lifestyle, which includes dealers,
and the whole drug life. It's a dark world. I wouldn't do it.
It's too much for me.