I was still on drugs. I met a guy and I ended up running away with him. All throughout sophomore year (in high school) I lived with this guy and I did drugs for that long. Every day, every minute.

[on stealing for drugs when she was younger] In the beginning of my drug phase I would go to the apartment near my school looking cute and smile big until one of the guys gave me coke or weed for free. But as I got more and more into the drugs, the smile just wasn't cutting it. I needed to come up with money to support my habit. I began to occasionally ask my mother for lunch money or for some cash to see a movie, and then I'd use it to buy drugs. Other times I would sneak into my grandmother's house and steal from her purse. I didn't think she would catch on, and she never said anything, so I figured I was in the clear.

[on her mother sending her to a psychiatric facility for two weeks in an unsuccessful bid to get her off drugs at the age of 15] It was crazy in that place. We didn't see daylight. We weren't allowed outside. It was basically a jail, but it was a hospital. But it did not change me at all. I think it made me worse because in my heart I didn't want to change. People were forcing me, and that's something that does not work with me.

[on beginning to use cocaine at the age of 13] All of a sudden my friends broke out this white stuff. I started feeling pretty good. That was the start of my drug days.