At this point I was back living indoors and this time the situation was ideal in my mind anyway. I was living with a couple of girls that I had met and there just like me were into drugs. We didn't have the all the same drug preferences but some of them were the same.
At some point I had pretty much just moved into the darkness full time. I wasn't happy about anything ever and I was looking for attention in all the wrong places. I would pick fights just to have a reason to feel as angry as I did. I didn't want to do anything except set
As I furthered my exploration into the world of Wicca I had continued to discover so much about not just myself the the world around me. I was young and still a bit reckless in life back then so I wasn't always living up to the belief system well even though I had very much
Oddly enough me losing my latest place to live had absolutely nothing to do with my drug use. After the overdose and my intense conversion with my friends' dad I did my very best to hold up my end of things. I stopped using in or around the house and I didn't even bring my
I was in high school when my behavior had finally become too much for anyone to handle. At the end of my freshman year they told my mom they couldn't have me back next year and would find an appropriate placement for me to continue my education. I remember at the time not being sad