I apologise for turning down your kind gesture. I know you were trying to help.
I was like an addict in a way. Everyone around was just trying to be a saint or a martyr, get brownie points or a pat on the back. Nobody really cared for ME. It wasn't my best interests they had at heart.
Everyone just wanted to lock me in a gilded cage so I would never cause trouble again. And they wanted rid of my art because it belonged to a "bad" person and not in a school.