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Sirius20
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Born in the city of Montreal in 1987, I long to return there. Nova Scotia has
been my home for 15 years. It has been six years since I had any friends.
Those I made in elementary school went about their own destinies, in high school my associates laughed at the thought of me committing suicide...
University, a land of new adventure, proved to almost be the scene of my utter demolition. Getting high grades did by no means fulfill the lack of social contact that has been my life. I naively believed that the people in my residence valued me, the extent of their love was made all to clear when they suggested I should try cocaine. (These guys don't even do drugs themselves.) I passed the year with decent grades, managed a museum in the summer and felt somewhat happy. Second year I was more or less completely alone, became very depressed, did opiates--- withdrew from school. The inability of other people to connect with me is a great problem.I plan on moving back to Montreal (as soon as I make the money), study or work there. I love that city. Being the target of another's hatred is horrible,but infinitely worse is the feeling of total ambivalence. An empty neutral state in which nothing can grow. Such is how I feel, if anybody
else feels the same -- I empathize, you have my affection.
been my home for 15 years. It has been six years since I had any friends.
Those I made in elementary school went about their own destinies, in high school my associates laughed at the thought of me committing suicide...
University, a land of new adventure, proved to almost be the scene of my utter demolition. Getting high grades did by no means fulfill the lack of social contact that has been my life. I naively believed that the people in my residence valued me, the extent of their love was made all to clear when they suggested I should try cocaine. (These guys don't even do drugs themselves.) I passed the year with decent grades, managed a museum in the summer and felt somewhat happy. Second year I was more or less completely alone, became very depressed, did opiates--- withdrew from school. The inability of other people to connect with me is a great problem.I plan on moving back to Montreal (as soon as I make the money), study or work there. I love that city. Being the target of another's hatred is horrible,but infinitely worse is the feeling of total ambivalence. An empty neutral state in which nothing can grow. Such is how I feel, if anybody
else feels the same -- I empathize, you have my affection.