I know I'm going back a year with this chapter in my life but it feels like it's important because I'll be mentioning the person from the last chapter.
When I was 15 I start smoking nicotine. Yeah I know it's bad for you but I was really depressed and needed something to take my mind off of hurting myself. I made some toxic friends that I would smoke with at their houses and stay up all night sneaking out and doing whatever I wanted.
The guy I knew at 16 had a mental break down and ended up telling my parents everything I have ever done and that's when my mom started to get really mad at me.
My mom never found out about the smoking until I was 16. My ex from the last chapter told my mom I used to smoke and my mom got mad at me. Of course for a 15 year old I would deny everything. I then stopped smoking until I turned 17.
being 15 was rough. I was in a new school district and didn't meet the best people. My friends would causally shoplift and smoke with their parents. My parents were really against everything.
That's not the only thing that I was doing when I was 15 though. I dated this guy that was 22 at the time. Yes I know it was wrong but I was in a hard place and didn't think anything about it. He made me feel loved and that I could be someone that I wasn't.
I soon broke up with him because I came to my senses that I shouldn't be doing that. later in life I figured out he's basically just a pervert. He still hangs out with underage girls till this day and I'm glad I have no contact with him.
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My Life Experiences
Non-FictionHi everyone. I'm writing this book on real life events that have happened to me growing up. I'm writing this book to show people what it's like to go through certain events in others lives. ‼️Things Mentioned in the Book‼️ -Depression -Self harm ...
