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Age: 27
Gender: Male
Location: A Better Place

I am a Meth addict, I started using meth about 10 years ago. My use of the drug was sporadic for a lot of the time. I have been off of meth for a little over 2 years now, but I think about it everyday. When I was on the drug I went weeks without sleeping, I hardly ever ate, and I never spoke to my family. I stole from businesses, I robbed people that did nothing wrong, I was violent, and I didn't care. I started using meth because it was FUN at first, weekends become daily, and then 3 years pass and you have no idea where they went. Then 10 years. I came from very loving parents who never gave up on me. They never gave me money for my drug use and they did a lot to try to get me to quit. I never stole from them, but towards the end I thought about it. I still have problems with my emotions, I cannot feel things like I did when I was a kid, I don\'t get excited very often, and it is hard for me to talk about my feelings because I don't have real emotions anymore. The only thing that I do feel is Anxiety or Stress. I know that I love my family but I don't feel like I do. It is a really hard thing to explain, and I hope that some people who read this have no idea what I am talking about, trust me you do not want to know what it feels like to be numb. The worst thing about meth is that I haven't done it for 2 years, but I know for a fact that if I see it in front if me I would do it in a second. I think about it everyday and I still have cravings for it. I do everything in my power to not be in a situation that I would see it, because I know what would happen. I do have good news though, in the last 2 years I have been in college, I graduate next year, I am in Phi Theta Kappa, which is an honor society for technology based colleges, I have a 3.8 GPA, and I have a wonderful girlfriend who loves me and I actually have a future. I never had that before, so no matter how bad it gets if you try hard then you can go from shooting up in a garage everyday, to the white picket fence and a steady paycheck.

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