My nickname in high school was not cute. It’s not something I can laugh about even today, nearly 20 years later. It was a name that stung, what people called me when my back was turned.
PSYCHO.I would show up to school crying non-stop, having gone weeks without sleep. I was a top student in the class, yet I’d doodled on my final exams instead of answering any questions.
I screamed at my best friend during class with a bunch of nonsense.It hurts because the nickname was accurate. I hadn’t slept in weeks.
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