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This fuck up starts lets say 8 months ago when in preparation for my work xmas party my group of friends and I decided to source a couple of pills and caps of mdma to try. In my young life all I'd ever had was alcohol and I was all too keen to experiment and see what all the fuss was about. 

That night was amazing, the anticipation, the peak, my entire first time on md set me on a path that was always leading in one direction even if I didn't want to acknowledge it. From 'just trying it once' we organised more and every weekend we got on it. At the beginning of the year I deferred from uni to work more, have more money for drugs and partying and one less commitment. With gap years being all the rage everyone just accepted that I needed some time off and would eventually return, get my life on track and fulfill my potential but deep down I suspected that I might like the high a bit more than others. 

For 6 months the bubble grew, I tried more drugs, more experimenting and learnt a lot about myself but it came at a cost. All the fun the weekend brought was seeping into my work and after a couple of warnings my manager called me into the office and I was fired. The walls came down and the mirage lifted, I was now alone and isolated in a dessert with limited means to escape again.

The fucks up ends last night when I had one last night out with the boys, did a lot of mixing, went out and texted a girl I'd been seeing. Went to the club to see her, but she was already with someone so I left and decided I still need some. I directed the cab to a brothel and emptied the rest of my savings on few hours on meaningless fun.
<bot>: Where does that leave me now? Broke, no job, verge of homeless and not much else really. Don't do drugs.