Ashley Scent
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20 years old Baking & Pastry Major with a passion for books and writing
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Growing Up
Isolated: having minimal contact or little in common with others. This is also the word to describe the harsh, gut retching, feeling when your parents exit your college dorm. From the moment you enter this universe of disappointment you’re shielded, protected, and covered with the unfaltering rays of love from your parents. There’s no more nostalgic feeling than the faint memories of strong hands lifting you from the grasping clutches of the couch after an evening spent in a sugar high before your inevitable retreat to said couch. You spend your first 18 years of life taking advantage of the minuscule things, such as public school. That education you resented was a luxury, not just because it was free but because that was the first taste of friendship gratis of your parents’ persuasion. No “Tommy is such a nice boy. Susan comes from a great family.” Just you, a common space, and hundreds of irritant teens wandering the halls, alienated from the rest of society for seven dreadful hours a day. When you realized being alone was horrendous, only then did you begin to make connections with these similar beings. That precisely how I met him.
By Ashley Scent5 years ago in Humans