This was a conversation that was loudly spoken about me in the hallways of my university by two of my classmates. I’m pretty sure they wanted me to hear that.
Admittedly, by the time this “conversation” happened, I had a drug problem — a bad one. As in, my brain has permanent damage from that era and I have pretty bad facial blindness because of it.
My drug use was the one chemical hug no one gave me. I was just a wind-up toy to almost everyone in my life; do this, do that, okay fuck off. I’d cry for help and say I was lonely. People would tell me no one liked me unless I dress with X, did X, say Y…The commands never stopped.