I fell in love with my best friend who left me for someone else.
I was in denial about having clinical depression even after attempting to hang myself two years ago.
I feel like the biggest fake when my peers enthusiastically voice how they channel their despondency and frustration through writing and producing art.
I recently rolled on molly and went to a show with my closest friends from high school. I haven't felt so safe, so happy with myself, in a very long time.
Elena, age 22