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well, I'd OD'd when I was 15. My family's response was.... less than supportive. And I hadn't wanted to get busted about it, so I needed to sort out how to fake it just to survive daily again.
And then eventually realized that well, f*** them. I can't please them, and it was literally killing me. So I decided it was do or die, so I went to war with my brain and decided that I would prove my family completely wrong. I had to stop trying to meet their expectations because it would never happen.
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"The time has come, the Walrus said, to talk of many things. Of shoes, of ships, of sealing wax, of cabbages, of kings! Of why the sea is boiling hot, of whether pigs have wings..."
"I have a problem with low self-esteem. Which is really ridiculous when you consider how amazing I am.
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