What I Want, When I Want

CHAPTER 3. *15 years old*

This age was my complete carefree point. I got into drugs and alcohol. I just needed a hit or a sip every now and then. Maintaining my A/B average was stressing me out so I called up Mark who happened to be a smoker, he rolled up for me, and that night we got high. It was like, the most confusing yet satisfying sensation ever. I felt weightless, calm, tranquil. This lasted about 45 minutes to an hours and once we came down from the high, there was an intense hunger. The munchies. We ate so much that night. Chinese, leftovers, pizza... Everything in sight. I haven't smoked weed too many times. I don't like the feeling, actually. When I stopped I made Mark do the same because I couldn't stand to see him destroying himself like this. I switched from weed to cigarettes. Occasionally I'll have a hookah with Callista but never more than that. We'll also take a couple shots during the week and go all out on the weekends. What could've ruined my life, however, was the drugs. Popping Ecstacy, doing cocaine, all types of shit. I'd say I kept that up for about 2 years. Could you imagine...? 15 doing drugs, snorting coke, popping pills, fucking my life up. But I didn't care. It was my life and I was going to live it the way I pleased...