My Drug Of Choice Essay

Have you ever gone down a path of self-destruction? Maybe at first though you did not realize that you were heading down that way, you thought you were just having fun typical teenager fun. Cocaine, the party drug of choice for most teens to stay awake and feel unstoppable for a night of Prom, on the town, or just to have fun. My drug of choice to get me through work, school in all honesty the whole day, and probably the rest of my life. Bending over the mirror, and snorting the sweet crystals. The invincibility takes over me, and I stare at the unrecognizable face in front of me. A face I never wanted too see, one that consists of bloodshot eyes and droopy skin, but hey I only have myself to blame for getting here.

Doing drugs was something …show more content…
At least I think it 's a bathroom, but I can 't feel anything. My mind is active though my body is numb to even know what 's going, and I feel my body slipping away going somewhere unknown. A place that scares me beyond belief yet is whispering sweet nothings into my ear convincing me of the peace. I don 't want this I don 't want my body to slip away from me I need to stay here, and make something of myself not what I am right now. The high I had is still ever present, but the satisfaction is gone form my body that I usually feel. I am trying to convince my body to move, head, leg, finger, toes, anything would give me comfort at this point, I 'm wondering where everyone is and why no one is helping me, where did they all go? Funny how they were there for me when I pouring the toxins down my throat, but now they all disappear into the wind. It 's too late though what felt like hours must 've been minutes for me, since I feel myself falling into the void of nothingness that I fear greatly, yet long for …show more content…
Realizing that I am ok that I didn 't, well you know bite the dust, pushing up daises, or any other cheesy saying you can think of. Checking the time its one thirty in the morning, and I realized that I missed the party leaving out of my tiny crystals out in the open for all to see. These little crystals that I love so much that nearly just killed me, well hypothetically speaking I mean it was just a dream after all, right? Moving the smack crystals around with the tip of my finger I am contemplating the dream, and honestly what my next step is after this. Do I take this warning seriously or just continue on my never ending destructive path that ensues before me? My finger is in front of my eyes bringing the crystals to my mouth a licking it off, candy to my senses and pleasing wholesomely to my mind. Bending over the mirror I inhale the drug up my nose, throw my head back up, and laugh at my stupidity and cry with disappointment in my