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Oct 25 2007

I was stealing from my own family

When I was little, I was such a good kid. I followed all of the rules. I did what people told me. Then, things changed. When I was 14, a friend and I would sneak out and go to parties. It was amazing that we never got caught. But the kids that I wanted to hang out with at the parties were smoking cigarettes and drinking, so I did, too. It helped me feel like I belonged. When I was 16, I smoked pot for the first time. My friends and I toked up before school. That was when I first met someone who had gone to a drug rehab. I was still into smoking pot, it took the edge off of the day. Then I started experimenting with other drugs that summer. By the end of my senior year, I can’t believe I was doing heroin. It was costing me $75 a day just to keep from feeling sick. I was working part-time at a restaurant then, but it wasn’t bringing me enough money to buy the heroin I needed. So I borrowed from anybody who had money. My boyfriend, who funnily enough worked at a drug rehabilitation, took off because he got sick of me asking him for money to buy drugs. My other friends told me to get clean or get lost. I got lost. The week Ray left, I got fired from my job for stealing money out of the till. After that, each day had one goal, to get money to buy heroin. I shoplifted. I stole from my mother’s purse. I did some other things, too, that I can’t even talk about because it just makes me so sad. I got arrested twice for shoplifting. I tried to quit heroin maybe 100 times, but the withdrawal was so, so bad, I couldn’t. I was ready to give up. If it wasn’t for my brother checking me into a Malibu residential drug rehab center, I’d be dead now.

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