Prologue
I’m going to make this absolutely clear. This isn’t the usual type of ‘normal romance adventure YA’ bullshit and this isn’t a rage fueled angst fest either. I haven’t even used this place in ages and now I’m using it to publish a detailed report on my inner breakdown.
I will also put down that I haven’t been diagnosed with anything yet, because therapy is as expensive as shit here. You’re allowed to provide your armchair therapist sessions but I’ll end up ignoring them anyway. Also, there’s gonna be profanity here. I’m not allowed to say vulgar words, even though I’m eighteen now.
I’m putting this all down for my benefit because if I let this rage blow over, it’s a continuous loop of feeling mad, feeling sad and feeling indifferent. It’s also for your benefit because some observations show that people enjoy listening to the ramblings of a mad person for shits and giggles. You’re not a bad person if you laugh at my misfortune, you’re not a bad person if you somehow relate to this. This has been prompted by me wanting to calm down from my hormonal teen rage only to be bombarded with generic romance stories and edgy teenage angst. Especially with the High School trope done to death, not flogging a dead horse, they’re punching a fucking carcass now.
So I’m going to detail my high school experience, showing the good and the bad and whoever reads this (If anyone), can decide whether this ‘downward spiral’ is warranted. No matter how crazy or farfetched this may seem at times, what I’m writing is true. Just because some shit didn’t go on in your run of the mill school doesn’t mean it didn’t happen in mine.
I’ve got a lot of repressed rage going on and I’m pouring it all here unapologetically and beyond reason. I honestly don’t even care if no one reads this, I deleted my previous pathetic efforts at writing which wasn’t any different than anything else here.
So that’s it. Buckle up.
