From the April 2012 magazine.

April 2012: Smells Like Teen Spirit

Can you feel what I feel, breathe what I breathe, live the same discontented life I’ve lived in my shoes for so long? Could you stand in a group of a thousand people but feel so isolated that a simple conversation wasn’t anything but an exhale of your smoke-infused lungs?

Ever since I was a small child, I was held to the highest expectations. I showed symptoms of addiction as early as I can remember. I became hooked on certain things that other kids weren’t. I felt different. I would hide under the kitchen table to pop the deathly-looking fizz at the end of a beer. I would inhale in the hot-boxed room where my family would drink just to feel what they were feeling. I could never reach a buzz; I didn’t know there was such a thing until later on in life when I was introduced to
a substance so pleasing that it sent chills through my spine thinking about it.

-- Dylan B.

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