Alright then. Here's a simplified version.
The first 9 or so years of my life were going great. But then things took a dark turn once I became a tr4ff1ck1ng victim, and as a result, I have PTSD, if not CPTSD. My teacher tortured me just for hugging my crush, and she exploited my behavior to make money off of getting me suspended and expelled. Even my own father betrayed my family and was evicted for domestic violence and substance abuse, which later led to my parents being divorced. My happiness was gradually rebuilding throughout middle school and the first high school. But then of course, the nameofbeercompany v1ru5 p4nd3m1c hit, and it made the H0l0c4u5t look like a joke. No cap I even tried to k3rm1t s3w3r sl1d3 because of it. Once we were back in school, I was gradually healing more and more, and one day, I finally saw my crush from elementary school. Then on my 17th birthday, I hugged said crush for the first time since elementary school which healed me a great deal. And then, you guessed it, Graduation. The entire week leading up to it was traumatic, but the actual ceremony completely destroyed me despite having not attended and instead being in Philly. Only God knows what it would've done to me had I gone. I later find out my crush is in the biggest class in her college’s history, she got another boyfriend, and even worse, she supports Donald Tr*mp, who is just about the worst person to have ever existed. I won't explain why I despise him with the burning passion of Phoenix A, but all I can say is that he and his atrocities have caused great harm to my mental health.
