about a friend on the Advocate

Who got mad at me.

41 years ago.

I was such an inferior being.

I had everybody’s support as a figurehead.

just riding out the year as “president of the Advocate.”

but this person was harmed by my antics as I tried to play a political game just for the hell of it as I saw my life tank and nothing left to do as the election for the rising board for the following year approached.

this is by way of apology.

I went home for a year and attempted suicide just because I felt so bad—not about him but because of sick nervous exhaustion. Yes over him and everything else. Drugs, coffee with saccharine, alcohol, sex. I couldn’t fix what happened.

my life has been off the rails ever since.

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