I've always loved the sharp, almost intense feeling of the needle pierce my skin. For the past two years, the rush of how smoothly the drug just seems to slide through my blood stream has been my favorite part. The only real down-side of it all is that I shake a lot if I don't have it on a daily basis, but other than that, heroin is really my only friend. Well, except for Emmett. Emmett McCarty has been my 'best friend' since about first grade. I don't believe in best friends, but Emmett does. So I suppose that's what we are. I believed in best friends and a lot of other things from first grade on, but after my sixth grade year I just stopped caring about anything altogether. It's all do to the fact that my biological father ran out on me and my mother that year. I know he loved me- and I definately loved him- but my parent's were going through an extremely difficult divorce then. So he left and I haven't seem him since. A pretty cowardice thing, if you ask me. But I suppose divorce can really take a toll on someone. Some people more than others- like my father. They constantly fought before, so I guess it was for the best. In eighth grade, my mother got re-married to some deushe bag named Jeff. And to make things worse, I now have a step-brother named Josh. I've never liked him and never will because he's a total ass to me when my mom and step-dad aren't around, but a 'little angel' when they are.

By the time I was a freshmen, I aboslutely hated my life and cut myself massively. It was the only sense of relief I had. I had already been introduced to cocaine and weed at some party, so I was basically a full-time druggie as well. Weed isn't my favorite, but it's good for when you aren't in the mood for something as strong as cocaine. But heroin is definately my favorite. I prefer to inject heroin rather than snort it. One, because it irritates my throat if I snort it. Two, because it's more fun to do. I've done so many drugs that it's almost hard to keep track. I've done marijuana, meth, LSD's, shrooms, opium, vicodin, speed, ecstasy, cocaine, and heroin. Yeah, a lot. I almost never wear short sleeve shirts or tank tops, because of all the marks on my arms from drugs and cutting myself. You can usually never catch me in shorts or anything like that, since I use my legs if I can't find a vein in my arms. I'm sixteen now and I dropped out of school the very moment that I could. So I've been out of school for about four months now.

Basically, everyday I get up at around two o'clock in the afternoon, shoot up, and continue to shoot up throughout the day. Then I stay up till three o'clock in the morning, starting my whole day over again the exact same way. But of course, every now and then I have to go see my drug dealer- Eddie. Other days, I see Emmett at his house. We don't go to my house alot. Mostly because my mom is a bitch and doesn't like him, but also because my step-dad and brother are asses and continuously bother him about the stupidest things. For one, why he's even friends with me. And for another, why he has nothing better to do than hang-out with me. Emmett knows I use- and has always tried to stop it- but I suppose nothing's gonna change me...