Publisher's Synopsis
I get high, but I am successful at it. I was not always successful at it. There was a time I was searching for the next high, the next great feeling and the next person who could make me feel great. I ended up with a strong hangover; someone who did not care about me and the same depression I had before I went out to drink. You would think I am talking about when I was maybe in my 20's, but I was a teen getting high and I was into all kinds of drugs at such a young age. You see my parents or rather my mother was very strict. My father was more lenient, but he would not go against my mother. When I spent the night out, I was at my mother's friend house and they had older girls who were way older than me. Of course, when I got tired of that I was just out; and when I had as much fun as I wanted to I decided to go home.
