I have been out of high school for just a few months. But within that short space of time a huge divide exists between the me of high school and the…

I have been out of high school for just a few months. But within that short space of time a huge divide exists between the me of high school and the me of now. At least, that’s what I’ve been telling myself. Sometimes it takes hindsight to really see how you are in a particular time in your life.
In a very typical cliché commonly seen in movies about angsty teenagers when they’re all grown up, I’ve been having flashbacks of high school (which was just a few months ago!). I remember going on angry outbursts and alienating people around me, among other things that didn’t really make me much fun to be around. Looking back on what I wrote in high school in a black-covered journal (oh how emo), I either want to laugh or cry. Or both, as is often the case because the reality is I’m still naïve now, just less so compared to the Allyson of freshman year in high school.
I blame the air in the hallways of my high school alma mater for my high school experiences. Rumor has it that the school staff sprays the air every morning with gas that makes its students more irritable, more angsty, less confident, and less sociable.
– Allyson

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