The Journal of A Recovered Addict: V1 | Teen Ink

The Journal of A Recovered Addict: V1

August 5, 2021
By Anonymous

My sixth grade teacher showed the class photos of teenagers 

Comatose from drugs


With death at their doorsteps

And she didn't understand

Why I started crying so loudly 

If only she knew

I just couldn't quit 

I thought I was next

Maybe then

She wouldn't have yelled

At that already-fragile 12-year-old

Who didn't know what to do 

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Lydiaq ELITE said...
on Sep. 2 at 3:26 pm
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
123 articles 32 photos 910 comments

Favorite Quote:
Disappointed. I must let the disappointment pass. I will laugh and cry again. I will be kind. But missed kindness is a moment that doesn’t come back again. So be kind. That’s the only meaning of life, to love childishly, wildly, madly, and uncontrollably. You have nothing in this life. Just love crayons and wordy novels. Just love it all and love the bitter grass and love the roadside and the beer cans. Love passionately, everything and with all your heart and with no priorities, no agendas. Love freakishly and obsessively. Love, because you can’t love your way out of the lunatic asylum, but it makes it more fun to be a lunatic.

Did u write an article about this problem also? It opens a huge hole of questions.