clubprincess24

There once was this guy named Jay, he dropped at least three pills a night, hosted the best after parties in town, 300 people a night, turned it into a business. He made thousands. There were misters, smoke machines, music, the girl with the funky glasses and white gloves , and oh, the lights, all the pretty lights. He created a state of being, the gathering clapped and danced and danced and tranced. People rolled into the morning, the darkness became a primalistic ritual, a spiritual experience for all. Jay was handsome, smart, got all the pussy. The King of his trade. He was "the king". Women were his addiction, they begged for his affection...danced erotically for him as he rested. One night, Jay met a godess, a woman who danced more erotically than any other, one who wouldn't give herself to him, a woman more temptacious than he'd ever seen. She teased him, night after night with her dance, and slowly..slowly...he went insane. He couldn't think about anything else, he couldn't breathe. When she stopped coming, he drove by her house obsessively, but would never admit he loved her. He saw her out over and over again, would stand and watch her on the dancefloor. Then one night, she came to the club with her ex-boyfriend. Jay decided he would not put himself through the pain any longer..he would numb it completely, get that woman out of his head. Jay went out to his $30,000 truck and took out his dealer's bag. He had already had a fifth of vodka in his system, the e had melted together...in one clump at the tip of the bag. He had a plastic spoon in his truck, he dipped it into the bag. what came up was over a tablespoon full of ex. He put it in his mouth and let it dissolve. 1 hour later, jay was never the same. He was taken home, people partied around him. they were even rude as he lost his mind in his own home. several close friends said he had the mentality of a 3 year old. He didn't know his name, the woman he loved walked in. She looked at him and worried. He had gotten her attention...however, she was so horrified and still turned off by his multipal lovers that she walked away. Jay never recovered completely. He now has the mentality of a 5th grader, he has gained weight, and spends many of his days in a confused daze. Few women want anything to do with him. That night Jay fried his brain. He will never be the same...and the woman? She moved on to better things. He still thinks of her, she still thinks of him and thinks, "what a waste." What do you think?

So what happens if your addiction has become a part of your personality? It sounds crazy but my best friends using has kept her looking very young, beautiful, and vibrant, she is 25 and constantly mistaken for 15. She has been scouted by LA models twice, been on several mainstream productions, had opportunities you wouldn't believe, but the anxiety that comes with using even just once a week has caused her to back away from those opportunities, to where she is extremely self concious and afraid of social situations, public speaking, cameras, success. She hasn't even been able to hold a regular job, she says it's because of sexist people, and she has been in situations where she was harassed by both males and females. Yet she can't stop, the longest she has gone without is a week, she has changed surroundings many times throughout the last 6 years, nothing works. Her family has no idea, she is a mother and model student. Her night life is another world; high class clubs, money, drugs. How does one get out of that vicious cycle? Anyone have any suggestions on how to help her?