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"Going through the muck is part of the path." This is where I start comparing all of this to a journey.

"Looking through the glass" and "zoloft." At age 12, I was given many, many samples of Zoloft. The consequence was developing TMJ (meaning I have a problem with a joint in my jaw). I was not prescribed this. And the asshole of a pediatrician told me I could talk to him about anything. I was mostly silent though, so he just gave me these things. I was also in therapy at this time. BTW, he was a kook too (and seeing my dad in separate therapy too).

I really like the image of the woman. It just really fits how I felt. I was so depressed but at times, I really wanted to just get out, not care, and have a great time.

This one was about how I felt the guy, Kirk, and his friend, Flipper, reacted to it. Flipper thought it was helpful to tell me that everyone in the neighborhood knew what had happened. I think I locked myself in my room after that. The neighborhood nor my friends knew what really happened. The rumor was that I had sex with Kirk on top of his van. The worse part of it: my mom found out and she confronted me about it. She suggested that I didn't have to have sex on top of the car but if we were making out then, people might think things. I was so pissed and I felt like I was the one to blame.

My friends started talking about me. I was depressed. I just didn't know who to trust, who to turn to, and I was really depressed. I didn't eat for two weeks after it happened.