In despair sometimes kindness can mean humiliation. Everything seemed ugly and horrible. Friends changed their tones unintentionally because my social value in their mind had changed and it transpired into words subconsciously. Perhaps, it was an instinct to fight back; I began to destroy the world I lived in. At the time, I found solace in drinking because it created an instant barrier to the past. I became an outcast which meant no one bothered me. At last there was some kind of freedom.

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