The "Real" College Experience

The "Real" College Experience

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I was the happiest I had been in my life, finally done with therapy, actually able to be normal, and the best part; I was going away to Central Michigan University tomorrow. I would make new friends, have many new stories to tell, and I would never want to head home. Well that's what everyone had told me at least. However, when I showed up to the dorm and met my roommate, I could have never foreseen the tragic future I had in store. Flash forward to six months later, I was slowly losing my grasp on reality, anything besides sleep felt as though I was in a corpse, just experiencing the motions of life. My body had transformed from a solid 180 pound girl, to the pale shell of a person with whom I now had no introductions. This is my true horror story of how the poor decisions of university officials have now destroyed my life, and left me as a damaged shell of a girl. *Disclaimer; This is based on a true story, the name of the University and the people have not been changed in order to keep it as accurate as possible*
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This day wasn't an exception. I cried over and over until I could no longer, I wiped my tears and took the packages in my arms after opening the door. In the house, nothing new. They were still talking, so I had time to drop off the packages, and without even opening one, I headed to the showers, cleaned my face with water, and went to my room. This is roughly how my days as a child went. I know that it cannot be described as an ideal childhood, but it would certainly be the most beautiful period of my life. Despite family conflicts, school conflicts, loneliness, and fear, I was happy. I was happy because they were all there, happy because they always remained, despite my faults, and happy. After all, I knew that I had not yet experienced the worst. Happy because I knew, that sooner or later everything would end. So yes, I was as cowardly and useless as they all claimed and even more naive than they would have believed, but this vision that I had at that age kept me going. Although the truth was hard to accept, I was given no choice. So I accepted life as it came; I accepted myself and my truth, my weaknesses, and the fact that I had to get used to the idea that I would always be the first actor to die in films.

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