I have gotten a reputation as a druggie that isn't undeserved. I've been smoking weed on and off for a long time, but recently, in my senior year of high school, it has picked up big time. I've also "branched out" tried a lot of other drugs that I had previously promised, to myself and others, that I would never touch. The months of February and March were a blur for me, in which I was spending hundreds of dollars a week on cocaine. I would come to school loaded, on 36 hours of no sleep, and I would habitually take lines in my front seat while working as a pizza delivery boy, just to keep going. While I was on cocaine, my weed use decreased dramtically; I continued to buy it in bulk, but I sold most of it to finance my cocaine habit, and just kept a little around to help calm me down and/or bring back my appetite if I had gone too long without eating. Then came prom night the first night of April, where I was geered beyond belief, and my date, who I had fought with over cocaine use previously, and to whom I had promised I had quit, noticed. My mom thought I was acting strangely at pictures, and then later found a cut straw (busted). After ruining my prom night by dissapointing my date severely and having a genrally shitty time (I couldn't dance for more than a song at a time because I kept overheating and tightening up; choked down food at dinner, and got wasted beyond belief afterwords), I quit. Weed got me through withdrawal; I just repeatedly smoked myself to sleep until the bad feelings went away, and spent all my time with a few understanding fellow druggies. Now, I still smoke a few times a day, but my mom recently confronted me over the cocaine, and now she's testing me until I move out. She wants to see the marijuana, which she knew about but passively condoned, go away. But I need it. Otherwise, I get depressed (I was perscribed antidepressants and assorted other shit my whole life, until this year when I started to "self-medicate," because I hated being robotized by those fucking pills). I'm high right now in fact, perfectly functional. I was driven to quit coke by social and financial consequences. Also, I went to an NA meeting while trying to quit coke and was shocked by the pathetic, fragile losers I met there, which scared the fuck out of me, propelling me towards going clean. I did not want to be like those people. So they can't offer me much "support," but the reasons I quit coke don't apply there. So how do I do it?