Thrown on the streets. Forced to make ends meet, then traversing realities to start over.
What happens when a fostered genius encounters a beast who was built by society's toxicity?
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"I'll make all your problems go away."
"Classes, exams, they're...
Thrown under the bus by the system that you trusted with your livelihood.
Your family hates you... And you despise their guts in return.
Can I say I lost myself?
Or maybe I just lost the illusion that everyone else were stuck to.
And now, here I am.
Left on the streets to hussle on my own. From honor student to professional hobo.
No, I'm joking.
More like almost-honor student to almost-hobo. I never gave it my all in academics, but still managed a prize or two. And my benefactors are too afraid of leaving me on the streets because they 'invested so much' into my upbringing. Kicking me out would contradict all their previous actions.
G, thanks guys. What about all those 'blood is thicker than water' nonsense? Statements like that only get thrown around when it's convenient... And forgotten when the moment of truth comes.
There wasn't much love to begin with. Always felt like I was walking on egg shells.
But lately, things have been more on edge.
Is this the path of entrepreneurship? I thought this was the road to easy money.
But no.
The price you pay is heavy. Much heavy if you don't make it big quick.
In the process, you lose the values you've held close for so long; The respect that comes from being a part of the rat-race. The friends who are only friends when you share their opinions. The excuses of schoolwork so you don't have to face your demons. And most of all... the support of those who you thought cared about you. Those whom your very existence was meant to protect and provide for.
Yep, life sucks major balls.
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I was a 19-year-old high school drop out with no degree, no job, and at the epitome of my darkest times.
I'd only been on the streets for 5 days, b445546r6aut it's not what you'd think.
....
Some lines:
Why did it have to come to this?
Robert Monroe... Huh? He did say something about... Astral travels... Or what-not.
Never gave it much thought.
And now, sitting in the rain, I couldn't help but consider giving it a try.
'Block out all the noise,' I thought. 'And focus on the first sensation you feel right after... Right after the numbness loses its grip. At least that's what he says.'
