“he’s gonna be a drug addict”.
that’s what the adults around me were saying at the time.
the ones who didn’t understand my rebellion after my parent’s deaths.
i was depressed and doing all kinds of shit.
nothing hard like coke or crack.
they showed their entire tails to me after my parent’s both died.
they were either fake af or all about money.
after hitting rock bottom,
i had the right energy around me and was open to avoiding doom.
i caught myself getting humbled in a reddit thread titled…