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Age: 17
Gender: Female

I've never used Meth. The Island I was living on in the Caribbean was big on cocaine. At the age of 15 I battled with cocaine addiction, I pretty much lost myself and the respect of my friends and family. I've been clean for a year now and a few months ago I moved to Hawaii. I don't know very many people here so when I met this cute, funny guy I was excited. We'd hang out at his house, smoke pot and watch movies, go swimming or take my dog for long walks. Then one day I found out from someone else he was a Meth head. Once I read up about it online I truly believed he was. One day I was hanging out at his house, and a couple I'd never met before showed up. Sitting there on the couch I watched them pull out a bag of meth and start smoking it, he offered me a hit. I asked him what it felt like and he said like coke on steroids. I told him I'd somewhere to be and got up to leave; his friends laughed at me and he told me to stay but I knew I needed to get away from that situation. Later that week I found out through a friend he'd stolen mass amounts of money from his family and owed his friends and several dealers a lot of money he'd spent on meth. I stopped hanging out with him and have since heard he checked himself into rehab. It hurts me that I had to know that side of him. When I'd sit at his house and look through pictures of him hanging out with family, graduating college, and being in the army. I feel cheated I never got to know him sober. Since then I've fortunately met people who don't use. I'm thankful I was strong enough to turn him down that day, otherwise the outcome could've been very different. Separate yourself from people who use Meth, because peer pressure can definitely get the best of you.

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