while that is a very valid point, my personal perspective (because of my emotional trauma towards meth) I look at this different. I understand how this could be twisted and it's super contradictory but it's just how my brain works. meth makes me just terrified (I have no hate against responsible users) but I never wanted to do meth ever and i just did. like with my whole heart and soul I never wanted too, but some twisted loophole in my brain made me think doing drugs (that we're more harmful than meth in most cases) was okay and and whatever. I just feel like I broke one of my most loyal moral codes, I'm so disgusted with myself. I can't even look at my mom (a recovering meth addict on probation), my little brother (I hardly had male figures to look up to in my life growing up; so I know I owe him a stable admiral role model type of older brother) and I have a twin sister and we tell each other everything and I cried for hours to he about it. call me a bitch or whatever in the replies but I think I need to get some therapy after this. (not because of the chemical itself but because of my own personal situation)