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[selfdefeatist]

I figured something out about myself today. I am conceited. I don't express my feelings to myself or anyone else. I think I'm way more important than I am. When I feel bad, I use alcohol and boys to satiate my hurt. I get mad at other people when they do that, because I hate the fact that I do. I want to cuddle and have no one with which to

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[red_red_robin]

Hmmm... you didn't say how successful he was at it, you just said it happened, so it doesn't lose credibility to me. That's a criticism of your teacher.

I'm not sure that it's been long enough since you even first had alcohol to make that broad a statement about your life. To me, you are way more important than most people. Sure every human life has equal value and such, but your opinion tends to weigh more because you are so smart and so thoughtful. Even when you are as lost as any of us, you at least express it impressively. Your heart is so full, bubbling over, or it seems so from the outside. Don't let the things your mom has said to you for unknown selfish reasons blur into this experience with an arogant but possibly well meaning professor. From my perspective, this sounds like a scene that has been played out many times... pompous professor berates and belittles class' brightest student, student immediately but temporarily abandons dream, only to pick it up shortly after, make an A, solve the mystery of who stole the university's trophy collection, and walk across a stage at the end with some feel-good rock song playing in the background. You aren't going to "become" a writer because you already are one. Why don't you ever call me? I know you get signal in that one spot, but no, you never do go back there..