Day one of college, and this girl, right in front of the whole class, yells, “Your eyes are so bugged out, do you have, like, Graves’ disease?” When my boyfriend came to pick me up after class, she wrinkled her nose, all dramatic, and said, “You’re dating while you have that? Aren’t you afraid you’ll give it to him?” My boyfriend, being the insecure type, got all suspicious and broke up with me. I went back to the dorm and confronted her about it. She just rolled her eyes. “How was I supposed to know depression isn’t contagious?” she snapped. The other roommates said she didn’t mean any harm, told me to chill out. Then, behind my back, they started spreading nasty rumors about me. My depression got worse, and one night, I climbed onto the roof and jumped. Then I woke up, and suddenly, I was done being a punching bag. Instead of obsessing about what’s wrong with me, I was gonna go full-on crazy and mess with everyone!
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