I got home later that someday. I texted Shelby telling him what happened. He was super happy for me. Maybe this is the guy that will have you quit for good he said. I didn't know if he was right or not. Could someone, just one person change your habits?

I sat down on my couch and turned on the tv. My needle was on the coffee table as always, I stared at it for awhile. Having what Shelby said repeating over and over again. What if I start now? What if I just throw this away and never do it again?

I picked up my needle and walked over to the trash. I open the trash and stared at the needle in my hand. Is this really what I want? Or do I secretly want to keep hiding it? I went back to the couch and shot up. I felt horrible for not controlling myself. I really wish I could. It would make everything so much better.

Soon I get a text from the guy at the coffee shop. His name was Cam. He was a sweet guy.

Cam: hey. Relaxing at home?

Me: Yes. Just watching some reruns of Friends.

Cam: Cool. We never set up a date on when we are going to the movies. Does Friday work?

Me: yeah. I have to go. See you then.

Cam: ok bye.

I hate texting when it starts to kick it. I start losing my mind and have a hard time focusing. I started doing drugs because of my parents. They got divorced when I was little so I picked up this nasty habit. I  thought it was all my fault along the way and went into a depression.

The hit finally kicked in. I didn't know where I was or who I was but it felt great just to let go. I don't breathe that well but it was always ok to me. It felt good.

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"So did you quit yet?" Shelby asked me as I came back to work.