When I was 7 I was touched by my uncle who was an alcoholic. I have never been the same since that day. My mother has also past away due to lung cancer. I started to doing weed to release the stress at age 10. At age 12 I then started to inject myself with heroin. The next year I had began too start doing crack. I had no friends. No one liked me because of the drugs I used and did. I then tried meth since I felt like life had no meaning. Lately I have been thinking suicidal thoughts. I might just go through with them.