Ten Little Chances to be Free

Oh god. I just went back and read some of my LJ entries from my sophomore year at Simon's Rock, and now I want to go back in time and give my seventeen-year-old self a hug. And tell hir "It's not you, it's them." God, I thought I was such a screwup for not being able to cope while I was living in the Hotel fucking California--who the fuck would be able to cope?

( Simon's Rock-directed vitriol under the cut )