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Age: 20
Gender: Female
Location: Boise, Idaho

I had a 4.0 GPA and was a cheerleader in high school before I gave it all up for Meth. It was a perfect life - I was living a dream and before I knew it, it was a nightmare and I was living in hell. I dropped out of school to get high. Every night, my life was "figuring out how to get high and then getting high..." It was a vicious cycle that I would go through 24/7, literally.

I was up for 32 days one time and had very little food and very little water in my body. I weighed 91lbs when I was 17 years old. When I had a very bad night, I began to hallucinate and hear things that were not there, my mom was crying hysterically because I scared her so bad and she had to hold me down for a few hours before I stopped screaming and fell asleepŠ 4 days later I woke up hungry and realized it was all unreal, I cried.

Shortly after that occurred I forgot about it, and got high again. Then I was only smoking and snorting it, no longer than 6 months later, I found more pleasure in slamming it. I caused my mom and my brother a lot of agony and my little brother too he hated me for the longest time. I used to live with someone who cooked Meth and he now lives in federal prison. I've hung out with gang members and risked my life many times, I didn't care. I've lost all respect from my family because my face was all over the news in a huge Meth bust at a hotel I was in, I spent thousands and thousands of dollars, met a million crazy people and wasted the most important years of my life for this f*** drug and I cannot take it back. I've stole from friends and family things you can never replace, all for Meth. I let it control my life and destroy my happiness, it may seem fun until it corrupts your life! I was careless and my soul was empty.

Now, I am 20 years old and currently sitting in Ada County Jail. I've lost all of my freedom because I chose Meth instead of life. They say Meth = death and take it from someone who knows it's true. If I wouldn't have got caught, it would have gotten worse.

Everyday I am forced to see some things, one is the hole in my arm from using a needle numerous times a day, two is my mug shot that disgusts me and embarrasses me but reminds me how lost and ugly I look when I am gone (high). I also used to have perfect teeth and now when I look in the mirror, it's hard to smile because all my teeth are rotting away. I am very self conscious because of my broken smile, especially since I am so young. I have come to a conclusion that I'm happy I got arrested because I am sober now and I am lucky I am alive as well. I do have a Bipolar-illness. I am forced to deal with but that's OK. It can only go so far before it comes to an end. I hope if you've read this, you think twice before you use. Meth robbed me of my teenage years and my happiness, I am very lucky to be here today considering the severity and tolerance of my use. Good luck and choose happiness instead of a life like this - The decision is yours to make.

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