I had a really bad time period from about 7th grade to 9th grade. I had just moved to a new school and everyone thought I was odd. I had family problems going on and it just wasn’t a good time for me. I wanted to be normal. A girl on my bus did it and I thought “how much worse could it get”? I still do that. But now I know there is nothing wrong with me. I am strong. I have people love me. I think everyone should know that. There is always someone who loves you. I’m getting better. Clean for three months and for once in a long time I’m happy.