KingOfRome
Buff Auschwitz Escapee
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Instead, I lumbered up and down the halls like a ghost with a 60 pound backpack, sedated with enough antipsychotics and antidepressants to fill every crater in Mars. The few times when a teacher or student ever did speak to me, it was in that "polite but not kind" sort of way. This is how you know you are a truecel--when not a single person around you values your existence enough to make any contact beyond the immediately pertinent. Things never really changed when I got out, either.