I promised my best friend that I would quit. What I meant was I would quit meth. Because honestly, meth is scary ****. But at the same time the thought of not having more scares me. And the whole time we had some over the weekend my girlfriend kept pointing out it wasn't even fun because I was intent on rationing it. It was our last stuff, after all. At this point I am so uncomfortable that I don't know if I'm quitting or not. I am so confused. Yesterday I spent the whole day crying, today ï slept 20 hours and almost missed my first day at work (ï woke up with 10 min to spare).

I feel like **** though because my friend found out about my habits over the weekend and had his first hit of meth because he was going through a rough time. Just went to my room and hit my pipe. What if I have now got someone else into the ****ing meth trap O.o