I've been smoking for about two years, using quite regularly probably 4-5 sessions a week, about 3-4 points usually did me. I have other mates who started using at the same time and a couple that still are, though I always seem to be on it the most from the get-go. Even at the start the drug just seemed to love me - my high and experience seemed better than most of the other people I've seen on it (I nailed the art of twirling a good pipe
) and I always seemed a bit resilient to the come-down effects, but if I'm on it there's no chance of sleeping which can be fuckin' annoying.
In return during the course of these last two years I've been in and out of work (for the most part unemployed), borrowed loads of money from family and friends, even people I barely know, which I'm yet to pay back. Socially I've lost heaps of good mates and basically get treated like a bad smell from other people that know I use whom I've never even met before, and along with my own paranoia I'm now wary and distrusting of nearly everyone I meet (making it heaps harder to pick up chicks). I've found that shabs is pretty much the only thing I talk about and every day is just a new mission to get cracked as the addiction has progressed. Physically it hasn't had to much effect but I'm a little too thin and my teeth have gone back out of alignment after having braces to straighten them up. These days every time I try to enjoy a good drink or a pill I'm constantly reminded of the fact I could be having a better time on shabs soo by the end of the night you can bet I'm chasin' (then again, AM I REALLY having that good of a time?? I must be cause' I keep comin' back...).
At the end of the day what's the point in regret? There's no-one to blame but myself and it's something that has been my decision to try it and continue using; but as of this morning I booked myself in for re-hab and can honestly say I'm making my first 100% solid effort to quit (I've have tried quitting before so I know how hard it is, but in the back of my mind willing to throw in the towel when it came to it). My parents are thrilled about it which is nice to see a different expression from them after two years of constant disappointment I've caused them.
What's you view on this guys? Anyone else in the exact same predicament as me? Any tips for the journey ahead besides the usual shit 'find a new hobby', 'cut-off contacts with users'? If this thread gets any interest i'm going to report back on my progress every week or so.
In return during the course of these last two years I've been in and out of work (for the most part unemployed), borrowed loads of money from family and friends, even people I barely know, which I'm yet to pay back. Socially I've lost heaps of good mates and basically get treated like a bad smell from other people that know I use whom I've never even met before, and along with my own paranoia I'm now wary and distrusting of nearly everyone I meet (making it heaps harder to pick up chicks). I've found that shabs is pretty much the only thing I talk about and every day is just a new mission to get cracked as the addiction has progressed. Physically it hasn't had to much effect but I'm a little too thin and my teeth have gone back out of alignment after having braces to straighten them up. These days every time I try to enjoy a good drink or a pill I'm constantly reminded of the fact I could be having a better time on shabs soo by the end of the night you can bet I'm chasin' (then again, AM I REALLY having that good of a time?? I must be cause' I keep comin' back...).
At the end of the day what's the point in regret? There's no-one to blame but myself and it's something that has been my decision to try it and continue using; but as of this morning I booked myself in for re-hab and can honestly say I'm making my first 100% solid effort to quit (I've have tried quitting before so I know how hard it is, but in the back of my mind willing to throw in the towel when it came to it). My parents are thrilled about it which is nice to see a different expression from them after two years of constant disappointment I've caused them.
What's you view on this guys? Anyone else in the exact same predicament as me? Any tips for the journey ahead besides the usual shit 'find a new hobby', 'cut-off contacts with users'? If this thread gets any interest i'm going to report back on my progress every week or so.

