When I was 13 and in eighth I met a guy named Jon and who lived accross the street from me, he was 19. I thought it would be cool if we dated because he was older. Well, we started dating and at that time I already smoked pot and cigarettes, and drank so of course we did that together. And everything was fine. But he was a drug dealer, but I thought it was just weed. But he also dealt coke, but I never saw him do it so I didn't care. Well, once I saw him shoot up and he looked like it felt really good, so I asked him if I could try. I'm not scared of needles. So, he injected me with some. And I felt so good. I pretty much got addicted right then. I started doing it every day, and thwen more than once a day. None of my friends or family. NO ONE knew, except him. We stayed together for years, when I was 15 and in tenth grade, I told my friend about it. She urged me to stop and break up with him, and finally, a month after I turned 16 we broke up. I quit cocaine cold turkey, and never looked back. Then, when I was about 3 months from turning 18 [which was september '04] that same friend started dating a cokehead, and we all hung out a lot. And we did thousands of dollars worth of coke a month. I didn't truly stop again until April of the next year. Then i slipped up and did it twice in June. Once in August, and four times in October. Well, my 19th birthday was december 1, 05. And today is the anniversary of me and Jon's break up. And I know where he lives. And I know he still wants me, because he had this thing on his license plate holder with out initials in it, and I saw his car at his house only a month ago, and it still had it on there. And because I love cocaine so much I am thinking about going back to him. Even if it means throwing my life away. I am that selfish.
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