One day I climbed out of my bitter shell.
I'm not entirely sure when or how it happened, it did.
My hatred died for the people that didn't deserve the hate.
My love grew for those deserving of such love.
My smile bloomed into something real.
I'm scheduled for four classes this fall; panic attack soon.
With the stress of moving, school, acceptance, and work,
I've taken to a minor affair with pot.
It'll pass.
Do I want it to?
What do I want?
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