Did you like high school?@Anonymous
It was rather difficult for me. Around ninth grade, I felt there was a mold forming, and like.. I wasn’t joining in on that mold. Not as a special snowflake ideology, merely an overshadowed clingy ‘click’ formation that I never could grasp. Granted, I would eventually try to fit the mold. Like, trying to be someone different each year, doing something different. Absolutely torn apart into pieces, letting myself hide behind a false exterior whilst also trying to change my interior. I felt severely misplaced and uncomfortable in my home, personal, and school life so my psychological tendencies were all over the place. Like, the environment did nothing for my creative tendencies and only fueled my false perception. My personal journey and transformation has been much more satisfying and gratifying after high school; fueled by a harmonious rebirth and cleansing after leaving those confines (I took away the necessary knowledge).
Honestly, it was a depressing time in my life. Misogynistic stuck up unaware reptilian beasts with a few loved ones thrown in the mix, my best friend truly kept me grounded. Never enough writers with cigarettes lit next to an empty coffee cup or feminists who enjoyed hairy pits or a giant fuck you with the sincerest concern or compassion and passion or girls sitting with books and colored macaroons painting portraits of bunny rabbits or boys with biker jackets and septum rings who pressed flowers and spanked girls asses. Two middle fingers proudly held up and an experience I wouldn’t give away for a regenerating tree of avocados.