The Curse Of The G&T Student
<p>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.</p>
<p>Admittedly, by the time this “conversation” happened, I had a drug problem — a <em>bad </em>one. As in, my brain has permanent damage from that era and I have pretty bad facial blindness because of it.</p>
<p>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.</p>
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