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Recently, the school I attend posted an article on the School's newspapere's website. It was a picture of me smiling, that i didnt mind (it was one of those things i let slide), but the article. It bothered me, talking about students consuming food items containing drugs and vomiting hallucination. I was uncomfortable with the fact that it looked like i was one of tthem, even thought it didnt address me. I said something about it, I told them that a girl approached me and asked me if I really did eat those kinds of brownies (she knew I didn't, we've known each other for like 3 years) I was offended that she would ask me that, did I look like the type? then again, at my school you can't tell. I was even hurt that my friend who was the editor, who i believe saw the whole article picture and all, didn't say anything. He knows how people think, thats what makes him this super awesome friend who can change thing with a few words, he knew people would misunderstand, but he didnt do anything. I thought we were closer than that. It really hurt, so I complained, I complained about how it made people misunderstand. I really did hate it, like it was a wooden stage and people threw stones of judgement at me until I died.

Again, venting makes me feel better, so you all dont have to comment

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