~Sophia~
Every town has that one person with the big city dreams, where I come from there is no difference. I come from Scandinavia, I moved to New York when I was nineteen to work in a retail, I wanted to start my own business but coping with the huge move I’ve made I got addicted to a really bad drug, heroin.
When I moved away from my life in Scandinavia where I’ve lived my entire life and where my family and friends are, I thought I’d get here and things would just fall into place but that’s not the case at all. I had to sell my apartment because I couldn’t get a job. I went to live with my brother and I became depressed with myself, I didn’t want to go back home with my head hung in shame. I couldn’t go back. I was at a club with some friends I’ve made here and they got me addicted to drugs, particularly heroin. And when I finally did get a job I spent all my money on heroin. It made it easier to cope with the shame and guilt.
My brother, Rick is sending me to get help and I need it. I fully agree with him on this. I need help. I want to go home clean.
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Stay Strong: The Diaries of a Cutter. (On Hold!)
Ficção Adolescente12 Teens with 12 different backgrounds and stories are sent to Portland, Maine’s Ocean View Treatment Facility in hopes they can kick their addictions, some of them don’t think they have an addiction or need help while others know they need the help...
