I as a person have a lot of concerns. I will talk about a couple of them, but keep in mind they are just concerns, not beliefs.
I feel like a failure. My anger has removed myself and my family from home to home since I was young, but I fought it and conquered it. But when one big problem goes another takes its place.
Drug addiction; right now it feels unbeatable. Every ber of me wants them to make me happy, to nd a purpose. It takes me and wraps its warm arms around me. Now that my family can’t help me, I am lled with dread. My friends look to me as a plug, “Can you get me thing?”, “Can you get me that?” and it lls me with a false sense of purpose.
Because of drugs I don’t have an education and I lived on the streets for the better part of two years. I started with weed, soon it wasn’t enough. It turned into acid, mushrooms, and then molly next, which I stuck with for like 2 years. Soon after that it turned to meth and it became my life for about 5 months. Now I am here, in juvie. I am afraid that the cycle will continue.