Hilary D Zamora writes and paints

 "I was even further crushed when I learned that her mother had verbalized to Phoenix to keep me at a far distance; that I would drag her down into whatever hell I was in. When I continued persisting we needed to talk about it, she blurted out: 'She just doesn't like you, ok? She knows you; she knows your type! You're a druggie. She isn't stupid!'

 

"I was instantly stunned with a blinding flash of pain, as if she had used all of her weight to slap me across the face. I felt as if I was baring a scarlet letter and I wondered quietly if other people thought the same of me, how many people saw me as just a druggie, with nothing else behind it, nothing deeper than this superficial label. Her mother wasn't wrong though. It was completely true, that is what I was. This relationship was only cementing my feelings of worthlessness and I hated myself even more than I ever had. But, I did bring trouble into people's lives and whether or not it was intentional didn't matter when taken at face value." ~Hilary D Zamora