My Meth Addiction Held Me Hostage

I had always been against any kind of drug, before I moved away from home after my parents split up. Even when I was in our new home, I was still against it. I started going to school and every friend I made smoked weed. I remember kicking them out of my house if they came over with it. People even called me a bitch because I would yell at everyone that came to my house with drugs. Nobody liked me because I didn't smoke weed with them, so needless to say, to gain friendships, I took my first hit of marijuana with the only friend that liked me for me, and yes, he even smoked weed. After that my sister and I became known very well, and we hosted parties every weekend. The street was half filled with everybody's cars who came to my house to party. Then, one of those weekends, I noticed my boyfriend and a few of his friends were in my bathroom and wouldn't let me in it. When I finally convinced him to let me in my own bathroom, I was appalled to see that someone was holding a piece of foil, folded, with a straw in their mouth. Yes I totally lost my mind! I was really mad that they were doing this in my bathroom. My boyfriend quickly closed the door behind me as I entered my own bathroom. I asked them what they were doing, and everybody laughed at me because I didn't know what it was they were doing. I sat down on the edge of my bathtub, as I watched to see what they did with the straw and the piece of foil. As curious as I was, after I saw what they did, of course I asked to hit it. A few minutes later I felt wide awake, like I could do anything I wanted to do. It was a good feeling for me, at least I thought it was.