I no longer can go camping with my dad, or sit on the couch with my dad and watch ¨Mrs.Doubtfire”on repeat. I can’t talk to my dad about my day at school, or sports, or boys. I’ve had to learn how to live without these things.I may not be in jail, but it hurts me just as much thinking about my dad being there. He doesn't belong there, but he made the decisions he did.Meth causes depression, and from my experience not only for the user. I’ve had so much trouble with who I am because of my dad.When I was little I knew I wanted to grow up and be just like my daddy. The way he spent that extra dollar just so he’d make sure I got my favorite cereal. Those little deeds went so far for me, now I don't even know who he is. I always knew he’d be the one walking me down the aisle to my future husband, but now it hurts thinking about who will.So much has changed in the way I view my dad in such a small period of time.I realized that no matter who I thought he was, or who I wan him to be, it does not matter because he is not that person, meth made him a whole new …show more content…
When you are on any type of drug your judgment impairs. Most people on a normal day would not just decide to rob a bank, but if you are on meth, or any other drug you get a rush.You feel confident, and you feel like you could conquer the world with your own two hands, so you rob the bank. You may end up killing a couple people, who knows, your not yourself.So you do all of this, and it seems like a joke at the time. You like the bright red and blue colors and the song that's playing in your head, it’s all just a game.Then you wake up in jail. You wake up with a huge headache and all the memories from yesterday flash in your head. You robbed a bank.You killed two people,and now you’re in jail.This is okay though isn’t it, only harmed you,