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Confessions Of A Straight A Pill Popper
My story started on, Tuesday, February 23, 2010 at 7:02:49 AM.
I don't know where people get the idea I'm pushing drug use on them. It's not like anyone even knows I'm using. At least I don't think so. I haven't told anyone. I don't know. Cant they tell? I mean when I'm staring at the ceiling completly spaced out, can they tell? I hope not.
It's not my fault. I never thought about to turning to drugs or alcohol. Not pot, not beer, and definently not pills. I was always so scared at what could happen. If I could overdose and die.
Was I even thinking that the first time I used? I remember Claire offering me one. It was so tiny and held such promise for everything and I took it. I took it and felt it kick in, in less than a second.
It was incredible. The high was addicting. I kept telling myself I wouldn't get hooked though. I still don't think I am.
I'm one week sober today. One week.
I can do this but I don't know if I want to. If I can get that high, I want that high. I don't need it. I just don't see the harm in it anymore.
I'm not pushing drug use. I don't think anyone wants to get addicted to such a harmful drug as this. I would never tell anyone they should try it. It's horrible. The need is horrible.
I'm fine though. My grades are up. My parents are happy. I'm happy. Right?
These pills have done nothing bad to me. They won't do anything bad. Right?
I'm just a kid. I'm just lost. I just took one. What was I thinking?