That time my life was ruined by a roman transfer student

I should've never learned what the world had to offer, the world behind reality, you see, teenage life is filled with burdens, school is one of those, but it is nothing comparable to whatever has happened in the last 4 weeks. Firstly, I had to take the train, cross country, with a sword at my waist as well as wearing metal bracers, getting glares of "what the hell is that renaissance-fair kid doing on this train." Unofficially making an alliance with the real version of the illuminating. Worst of all, temporarily losing my will to live, which should be some abstract or existential connotation, but is in fact quite literally what happened. In all honesty My school-life was annoying, but the kind of annoying which didn't have the direct capabilities to kill you, before you could even think up a thought. I could deal with the pain of homework, early mornings lectures, and teachers who never seem to grasp how they're repeating themselves-all of that is tolerable. But this? Knowing what I do now? That kind of information is a lot less tolerable. It does more than just steal my free time. It could literally steal my soul. Annoying can kill you in a hundred ways, but this can do it in the way that matters.