Diary of a broken kid

Mary

After i got out of rehab, it felt like a fresh start, a new life waiting for me . I didn't purse english studies like i once dreamed, but i enrolled in pharmaceuticals studies. It wasn't my passion , but it was something i could live with . Still anxiety gnawed at me . What if college was like high school ? What if they bullied me again , called me names , made fun of my appearance? I hated how i looked , constantly feeling insecure and out of place.
The first day of college arrived. It was 8 am , on a cold rainy morning. I was a mess of excitement and nerves . When i reached the campus i was stunned by its beauty. The college was massive with towering Japanese trees and striking architecture that took my breath away.
But when i entered the classroom, panic set in . I didn't know who to talk to, or even if i belonged there . Then out of nowhere, a girl with a soothing voice spoke to me . " Hello, you look cool . Wanna be friends?" she asked . I turned to her and i was instantly captivated by her . Her curly hair framed her face completely , and her light brown eyes gave me warmth. Nervously i replied "you look cool too ... and absolutely gorgeous." She smiled and introduced herself as Mary.
In that moment everything else faded away . I was astonished by her beauty, her tall, slim frame, her tiny waist, her delicate features. She was everything i'd ever imagined . We ended up hanging out during lunch, and when she noticed i wasn't eating, she asked me " aren't you going to eat " i stammered, " im trying to get skinnier ". She laughed at me and said softly " you're already handsome. You should take care of yourself " . That was all it took , i was already falling in love with her . Mary was not only beautiful but kind , one of the nicest people i have ever met.
Two weeks later, we started dating . It felt like i was in heaven. Mary healed me in ways i didn't know i needed . She became my source of happiness ,my new drug. Because of her , i started writing poetry again, and for the first time , someone truly supported my work . She was my muse , my angel on earth