I always hated life, I was depressed, I cut myself, I wanted everyone around me to just die, I wanted to kill myself every single waking moment of my life. My best friend, my only friend at the time, was always telling me how good she felt when she got high. I was COMPLETELY anti-drug for a long, long time. I had this huge ear infection when i was 15, and it crushed my ear drums. They prescribed me Vicodin for it, and I remember it made me feel loose and loving, sociable.
I was still completely anti-drug for a couple months after that, but I kept thinking about doing it. One day, I just literally woke up and said to myself, "I want to smoke pot." So I did, the rest, my kool kats, is history.