I started doing drugs when I was fourteen. I grew up with drugs in my life. I did crystal, cat, rocks, heroin, you name it. I would do anything for it, I went through three rehabs. I just came out of prison like a month ago.
Now I am trying to fix my life. I treated people badly and did bad things to people for drugs. Not because I wanted to, but because I needed to. What can I say, I treated my whole family like crap but now at least I am making it up to people. I am trying my best, moving forward and believing in God.