As we are young we are told to stay away from drugs, we are told that they are bad. Constantly we hear stories about some guy on lsd jumping off a building because he thought he could fly or some guy doing meth staring at the sun and slowly going blind. When I was young I always used to ignore what I was told I was a free spirit, there was only one point in my life where I regretted taking drugs, that was when I started having withdrawals. I remember taking so many hot showers every day just to get my mind off of how shitty I was feeling. Drugs were the one thing that really opened up my eyes to the world around me. I slowly started to discover what life was all about, when I was in school I would always look over at the people who past me by, no matter who they were I felt pitty for them. To me they were all just robots of society, I would look them in the eye and knew how unfortunate they were to not know what I came to discover. Life slowly lost it's meaning to me.

     No body really knew who I really was because I was so good at hiding my feelings and thoughts, I learned to blend in to my environment. I came to except the pitty and hatrid that burnt inside of me, soon I was like everybody else although mentally I was an outcast, I still came to respect the people around me. The pitty that I felt for the people around me became self pitty. I knew I was the greatest fool  of all, I was always thinking and trying to figure everything out, rarely would I try not to define something. I decided that instead of trying to understand other peoples work I should just try and create something I could call my own work. I found myself a hobby and a talent, something I wouldn't have to try and understand because it was my own creation and I already knew everything I could know about it.