Rock Bottom Part 2
Within the darkness of my own mind there was a spark. My pride. I had missed over a third of the year, spent several weeks laying in bed, wondering if I just laid here long enough, quiet enough, would I just cease to exist? I had been wondering if death would find me, but “failure?” Screw that. I got my shit together and dodged expulsion at the last second, saved by the opinion of an English teacher I can barely remember. I’d spent my days in school bored with how useless it was, I was damned if I was not going to finish something a bunch of half-wit imbeciles could.
