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my best friend
My Best Friend When we were in high school we do things to fit in with others, and to be able to say that you have at least experienced with things. Well, when I was in high school I got mixed up in the wrong crowd and started doing things that I am not so proud of. I was mixed up with people who used drugs and drank every day. This became such a routine thing for me that I dropped out of school after finishing my freshman year. I enrolled into GED classes but that didn’t work out because I was deep into the bad things and thought I was doing the “cool” thing. I didn’t care what anyone else said about it, because it was my life. During this time, my eating and sleeping habits were crazy. I stayed up all night and slept all day. I had nothing to do with anyone who wasn’t into the things I was choosing to do in my life. Expect for maybe 2 or 3 people and that was only because they didn’t judge the life that I was living. They didn’t agree with the choices I was making, but they also never treated me any different. I had the attitude that my life wasn’t affecting anybody’s but mine. If I only knew then what I know now things would have happened a lot differently. I never cared about getting an education or even having a real job. I had a lot of nights that I look back on now and I am thankful that I made it through them. After being out of school my entire sophomore year, a friend talked to me and convinced me to change my ways and go back to school. She stuck by me through all of my family problems and even while I was dropped out. There wasn’t a day that went by that we didn’t talk and that she didn’t try to change my life choices. My addictions were strong and I never thought I’d be able to get over them. I would quit but then just fall right back into the same choices. Finally my friend gave me an ultimate she said,” It’d be the drugs or our friendship.” She didn’t want to keep watching me ruin my life and see me suffer

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