It’s hard to explain the deeds I did. I’ll just cut the long story short. This is not gonna be a proper narration, I hope you’ll bear with it.
“Rules are meant to be broken.”
This is what I used to believe in during my early teenage phase.
There’s no fun following them that’s how I used to live.
Never cared about others(counting my parents too).
Cursed each and everyone.
Got into some bad company.
Stared drinking from sixth grade on wards.
My parents caught me while getting high (first time in my life I saw them embarrassed because of me).
Tried to commit suicide in seventh grade.
Life isn’t easy, that’s what I believed.
I forgot how to smile.
After some medications and self searching I realized my mistakes.
My parents helped me a lot in getting stable.
I owe them my whole life.
I have learned my lesson that breaking stuffs(rules too) can lead to a whole turn of event/life.