zer0x_glasscut
December 1st, 2009, 11:07 AM
so when I was in 8th grade ( im currently in 12th )
I tried my first vicodin, I started off by taking 3 ES's. (ES = 750mg)
I thought it was the coolest thing, I couldnt sit or stand. I just kind of fell over on my bed and couldnt move. A few weeks later, I tried it again. This time 3 didnt do anything for me, so I took 4. And had the same reaction that I had when I had taken 3.
By 9th grade, I started taking them to school, and doing them during school. I thought it was awesome, id get so messed up I couldnt do my work, and it helped get me through the day without cursing someone out. BUT, I also started giving them to my friends, which I swore, I would never get my friends into anything dangerous that I was doing, for I didnt want them to end up like me. The end of 9th grade, I took 10 vicodin within 45minutes, and nearly died shortly after at the mall with my friend.
In 10th grade, I was still taking them and giving them to more of my friends. Chaz, a particular friend that I had been giving them to, got expelled one day because I had given him vicodin and he got caught with them. I felt horrible, but he said it was okay dont worry about it. Throughout 10th grade I had gotten my bestfriend, Cortney, highly addicted to takin vicodin. We did them at school atleast 3 times a week.
Ocotber of my 11th grade year, I thought it would be awesome to try something new.. klonopin. Cortney agreed to try it with me. And well, sure we had fun that day.. til we got caught and got expelled along with our friend Mariah. (so now thats 4 people, including myself that ive gotten expelled).
March 10th, of 11th grade. I had taken 6vicodin and 25klonopin. And it did nothing for me, by now. Im addicted to klonopin (i can take 50 and it does NOTHING! anything over 5 klonpin is considered toxic) March 12th, I figured hey! If i can take that make drugs and not have anything happened, Id be okay to take alot. Well, I took 30 lamictal, 15 topamax, and 20 naproxen.. I was fine all day. Til about 12:45PM.. i started getting sick, by 1PM.. i was puking, passing out, and dying. The ambulance was called to the school to have my transported to the hospital, I couldnt stand, nor could I keep my eyes open. By 1:45, I was in an ambulance and DEAD! I died for 16minutes in that ambulance. It took them over 45mins to get me stable enough to by transported. When i got to the hospital.. I died yet another time, for almsot 20mins. They finally got my stablized, and let me go to sleep. I woke up about every 10mins, puked and went back to sleep. The only thing I could say to my parents was im sorry. That night they told my parents, there was no possibly way Id make it through the night. But thakfully I did. The next day, I was transfered to a psych ward, and stayed there for 2 weeks. If not for my friend Justin, I would have really died that day. He kept me awake and kept me from dying til the paramedics got there to help me.
After that day, I swore id never touch another drug ever again. But, I did. I still contiune to use drugs. My excuse is I need them to cope with life, and yeah some of that may be true. But, the bottom line is.. im mentally addicted to them. Not physically, but mentally I think I need them. That I cant get through life without them. And I can.. if I try.
I tried my first vicodin, I started off by taking 3 ES's. (ES = 750mg)
I thought it was the coolest thing, I couldnt sit or stand. I just kind of fell over on my bed and couldnt move. A few weeks later, I tried it again. This time 3 didnt do anything for me, so I took 4. And had the same reaction that I had when I had taken 3.
By 9th grade, I started taking them to school, and doing them during school. I thought it was awesome, id get so messed up I couldnt do my work, and it helped get me through the day without cursing someone out. BUT, I also started giving them to my friends, which I swore, I would never get my friends into anything dangerous that I was doing, for I didnt want them to end up like me. The end of 9th grade, I took 10 vicodin within 45minutes, and nearly died shortly after at the mall with my friend.
In 10th grade, I was still taking them and giving them to more of my friends. Chaz, a particular friend that I had been giving them to, got expelled one day because I had given him vicodin and he got caught with them. I felt horrible, but he said it was okay dont worry about it. Throughout 10th grade I had gotten my bestfriend, Cortney, highly addicted to takin vicodin. We did them at school atleast 3 times a week.
Ocotber of my 11th grade year, I thought it would be awesome to try something new.. klonopin. Cortney agreed to try it with me. And well, sure we had fun that day.. til we got caught and got expelled along with our friend Mariah. (so now thats 4 people, including myself that ive gotten expelled).
March 10th, of 11th grade. I had taken 6vicodin and 25klonopin. And it did nothing for me, by now. Im addicted to klonopin (i can take 50 and it does NOTHING! anything over 5 klonpin is considered toxic) March 12th, I figured hey! If i can take that make drugs and not have anything happened, Id be okay to take alot. Well, I took 30 lamictal, 15 topamax, and 20 naproxen.. I was fine all day. Til about 12:45PM.. i started getting sick, by 1PM.. i was puking, passing out, and dying. The ambulance was called to the school to have my transported to the hospital, I couldnt stand, nor could I keep my eyes open. By 1:45, I was in an ambulance and DEAD! I died for 16minutes in that ambulance. It took them over 45mins to get me stable enough to by transported. When i got to the hospital.. I died yet another time, for almsot 20mins. They finally got my stablized, and let me go to sleep. I woke up about every 10mins, puked and went back to sleep. The only thing I could say to my parents was im sorry. That night they told my parents, there was no possibly way Id make it through the night. But thakfully I did. The next day, I was transfered to a psych ward, and stayed there for 2 weeks. If not for my friend Justin, I would have really died that day. He kept me awake and kept me from dying til the paramedics got there to help me.
After that day, I swore id never touch another drug ever again. But, I did. I still contiune to use drugs. My excuse is I need them to cope with life, and yeah some of that may be true. But, the bottom line is.. im mentally addicted to them. Not physically, but mentally I think I need them. That I cant get through life without them. And I can.. if I try.