Letter to Mephedrone
Mephedrone,
I met you last year. I remember how it all began - I used to hang
around with a group of people that used to smoke weed and get drunk
on the weekends (with the occasional blaze during the week) We had
all tried pills and coke before but never got into it (not because
it wasn't good it just wasn't the kind of thing we were into and
they were harder to get back then) A few people from old group of
friends left and started hanging around with another group of
people. They would always be in school telling us about how they
got on it at the weekend and how this 'mephedrone' gear was
amazing. One day me and 2 other boys were getting lean and we met
the new group of people. We bought some meow (because I have always
been one to try new things) and just loved you so much - you were
cheap, you brought people together, the feeling was out of this
world, the culture around you was great and at the time we all
thought you were harmless.
I started doing you every weekend and never really stole to get
you then. I loved you so much and I thought that you were just a
fun drug. I started performing worse in school and stealing small
things to get my hands on you (my temper and aggression was rising
at home as well). This is when I was sent to Spain for 2 weeks. I
didn't learn my lesson as I couldn't see what harm you had caused
and I still thought you were just a bit of fun. As soon as I was in
England again everyone had stopped and I was so upset - you had
been illegalised and I thought I'd never see you again, I was angry
because I didn't think you were a problem and I wanted to keep
doing you.
About 3 months later a new source popped up and I started
getting you all the time (I even got a job to fund my habits) By
this time I was in college and this time round was a lot worse: I
loved you so much even though I lost my job, dropped out of
college, got a criminal record, got kicked out of my home and my
family hated me for the things I had stolen and the way I had acted
all because of you. It wasn't until after I had stolen my mum's
laptop to have a year's anniversary with you that I realised the
trouble you were getting me into and the things I was losing
because of you.
So I am saying goodbye because I have looked back on the last
year of my life and only see bad things; because of you I wasted a
whole year of my life and lost things that I will never get back. I
am leaving you because you nearly destroyed my life - if I hadn't
made this smart decision you would've tricked me and ruined me
entirely. I hate you so much in a way but I still love you in
another, you're like family because I love you no matter what you
do to me and I always will love you.
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