Three years ago I felt that life was purposeless and there was...

Three years ago I felt that life was purposeless and there was no reason to live. After several halfhearted attempts at suicide, I relaxed into an attitude of apathetic escape from my problems with the use of drugs. I found myself classified as a "speed freak," taking large amounts of amphetamines every day.

The use of hallucinogenic drugs, marijuana, and more than two packs of cigarettes a day was routine, with occasional straight shots of whiskey to calm me enough to sleep a few hours at a time. At one point I lost thirty pounds in less than two months. Several friends asked me not to visit them anymore, stating they felt I might pass on at any moment and they did not want this to occur on their premises.

These false appetites were developed during my first two years of college, when I felt frustration over not being able to find answers to such fundamental questions as "What is truth?" "What is life?" and "What is man?"

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