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... Login to read more
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