The weed wasn’t enough anymore, and they needed the next best high.
Follow me as I write to the boys who put me down and tried to make me feel small. For they failed.
Many people let bumps in their journey, or on their skin, set them back. Don’t do that. Paint them in gold.
My goal in this (as I sometimes need help with it too) is to help people when they feel doubt, to know that they are enough within themselves to not cave into the negativity of others.
The smallest story of the greatest tragedy
Once I was the center of the universe.
I am scared to die, but frequently I don’t want to exist.