Please learn from our mistakes, don't make them yourself. Methamphetamine should never be tried, not even once. I'm not saying that you'll be hooked ever since that first hit, but your life will change forever.
ex-fucking-zactly.
I don't believe that I was instantly addicted, per say, from the first time trying it - however, it is like someobdy giving you a key to a door that you never knew existed. Behind the door could be anything, maybe you'll turn the key and nothing is there and immediately turn back around to never think about that place again. Or maybe you'll open the door and there will be unicorns shitting rainbows and butterflies doing the macarena. Or maybe, there may be something off in the distance, a promise or idea of something that could be amazing (holy hell, I could blow through hours of homework with this stuff, my house will always be clean, I'm going to be a regular superfuckingperson and god damn somebody should give me a cape and a trophy and ....)
Oh, sure - it always starts like that. It's like, a seductive temptress. You know you want it. You know it's available. You know damn well it's gonna feel good. But you know it's bad. When you get into meth, for most, that last sentence "but you know it's bad" goes DIRECTLY OUT THE WINDOW. Meth seems to personify things, magnifying certain qualities about someone, weather they be desirable or not. In fact, 'bad' becomes 'good.' It can become thrill seeking, the desire to push everything to the endless possible limits; to shock your own self just to get some kind of delight or feeling out of something.
A part of you goes numb. It's like staring into the eyes of nothingness.
I have never seen such deep, dark pain in someone's eyes as I have seen with someone in the throes of meth addiction. Very very very few people can keep it under wraps and "handle it" and "lead a normal life." But whatever your life was before, you can be damn sure it's going to be different. Even for someone like myself, who I consider having my shit together for the most part, life has changed in many ways, some good and some bad. I despise the people that this drug comes with. Sketchy, psychopathic, conniving, lying, sneaky, and people who will do ANYTHING to benefit themselves - nothing unless it benefits them. I stay away from these people at all costs, but sometimes, it is inevitable.
I seriously think that anyone who gives someone either meth or heroin, knowing it is the other person's first time, is to be damn near equated to a child molester. Think about it - you are *knowingly* giving something to someone that could potentially ruin their lives forever. I often reflect upon the first time I tried it and who offered it to me..."hey, you want some speed?" me: "what's that and how much does it cost?" him: "oh, i just got some extra stuff to get rid of here, no big deal - it will make you uppity, you'll probably wanna clean the house and won't sleep much the first night and it makes you feel kinda nice." me: "hmmm, sure. why not? not like I have anything better to do..."
fast forward 2 years of smoking meth every single day. Then I quit cold turkey because I got pregnant.
Fast forward 8 years of various other drugs & booze. First couple years, I didn't really think about meth a whole lot. It kinda always lingered in the back of my mind, though...the key to that door, dangling there in the back of my mind...I'd think of it a few times a week, and then brush it right off. 8 years later, I'm sitting in front of the computer writing a paper for one of the 20 credits I was taking in college after working a 12 hour serving shift. God damn, it would be nice to be high as fuck right now and plow through all this homework...
fast forward 2 years of smoking meth every single day.
8 fucking years, and nothing - and that little bastard in the back of my mind - UGH. It's like an itch that needs to be scratched. An undeniable craving, an idea of what you think may be but really isn't...
Meth - she's a tricky bitch. Nobody likes a tricky bitch.
Please. Don't do it.