On the way home from work tonight I happened to think of my time in high school. I can't say they were particularly good times. Honestly, when I graduated, I think the best word to describe how I felt would be melancholy. I had kept everything bottled up, never confided in anyone, never trusted anyone. I didn't feel like I was living for anything, including myself. I don't think i even realized how much of my life was squandered until right before I graduated.
I think what sent me straight was nearly dying twice before turning 20. Perhaps in some twisted way my intestines failing me is what saved me from my melancholy.
What a messed up world this is at times.
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