Follow me as I write to the boys who put me down and tried to make me feel small. For they failed.
Once I was the center of the universe.
I am scared to die, but frequently I don’t want to exist.
All these Substances, weed, alcohol, have become a social bridge that people need in order to connect with others. Its a “must” for every party, every get together, every celebration. That gets hard when that isn’t your go-to.