I used to believe that no one cared what really happened to me. I knew my parents cared, but they would love me no matter what. I used to think the only way I could gain love from friends was by doing what they did. That turned into just trying marijuana once or twice to becoming an everyday user. I lost myself in doing something that really wasn't me. I didn't realize how much damage I was doing to the people who really actually cared about me, like some of my true old friends and my family of course. Especially my little brother. I noticed we grew far apart and I hated it. It took almost getting kicked out of my house to realize something needed to change, for the ones who cared for me, and for myself as well. Drugs won't make people love you. It will only push away the ones who truly care.