Act i:

I Feel So Free

Good for the Soul

One Step Away

Bring Your Love

Act ii:

Danceteria

Read My Lips

Everything

Love Sensation

Act iii:

Love Without Words

Bizarre

School

Fragile

Act iv:

My Sins Are My Saviours

Betrayal

The Test

LES Girl

2 > 3 > 1 > 4

4 > 1 > 2 > 3

You b*tch

I think 3 > 2 > 1 > 4

3>2>1>4.

For me it's right in order 1>2>3>4.

Love them all though.

4 is the most interesting stuff on the album by a landslide. I listened to The Test way more than any other song on here. I'd argue 2 is the worst for the same reason nobody voted for it as the best, it is relatively unremarkable, nothing happens in these 4 songs that takes you by surprise

My 4 favourite songs from the album area in act iii, so that was very easy.

The worst section was harder to pick. Probably 1 or 2. The second half of the album is far superior.

Act 2 = Act 3 > Act 1 >>>> Act 4

I feel like the album starts dipping in quality on the last four tracks

Real ones know that the core of the album begins from LWW on, and culminates to some of her most personal and confessional writing ever.

The "worst" section is 2 based on my lastfm stats but there's no bad song among them, sorry 💙

Hello Selena and friends, my name is Mark Jeffcoat and I have been a Selenator since 2009. I DMed Selena a lot of my story in 2023 so I'm going to start from March 2023. In March 2023 one of the people in my head told me that I was raped and drugged when I was one year old and that my mom knew. I sent this to the family group chat and a few hours later I was sent to the hospital. Long story. Anyways when I was in the ambulance they asked me if I did drugs and I said I did meth and shrooms. They made a weird face and hospitalized me for three and a half weeks. After that my mom basically forced me to go to rehab in Medellin Colombia at Centro Unidos for four months. After that my mom did not lot me go back to the United States and the only thing that got me through it was messaging Selena. When her DM rules got changed I started messaging Aaron. Then my grandmother died and my brother and mother manipulated and basically forced me to go to Hungary during the same time the Venezuelan elections were going on. I have a theory that they did this so I wouldn't vote for the opposition in the elections. After this I went to Spain and bought an HHC vape. My mom stopped letting me use her card. My sister also stole my vape and hid it from me. After this I went back to Venezuela and was very upset due to the outcome of the elections. My HHC vape brought me a lot of happiness. I deleted several apps from my phone and then my family did not let me redownload them. My mental health also started rapidly declining due to the content I was consuming on Instagram and ATRL banned me for three months even though technically I am a person of color. I was in my room lonely and pretty depressed and hired a sex worker to come hang out with me for two hours. After that my mom's secretary checked the camera's in the house and showed it to my mom and my mom told me that she was angry at me that I brought a black person into the house. I then proceeded to break two of the cameras in the house. My sister then told me my only option in life was to go to treatment and to promise her that I could stay for three or four weeks and then I could leave. A few days after I got to the treatment center I got to my mom and she started telling me that she couldn't trust me anymore because I brought a black person into her house. After that I thought that they were putting drugs into my food and I said it in group so they sent me back to the detox center I was trapped in before. When I got there I said "I just want to die" and they sent me to a neurobehavioral hospital where they didn't let me listen to music and I felt like they put drugs in my food for the first few days.  Then they put me on this really strong medication called Trazadone and at first they gave me Nicotine lozenges and then they allegedly ran out and I didn't have them for over a day. Then it was time for me to leave the "professionals" called me incompetent and kept me there for around 4 days longer. Then they sent me to a treatment place where I enjoyed and I had a massive crush on my roommate. After that they sent me back to Voyage and I had a massive crush on a guy there and soon after he left. I had a massive crush on like half of the guys there and it was awesome. They posed for me, they played me good music. They even embraced my love for Selena there. I didn't have my phone, I didn't have the vapes I wanted but at least I was listening to Selena. The day I transitioned to the nicest house I've ever lived in I discovered that Selena released Scared of Loving You. Treatment with all these groups absolutely sucks. Near the end of my treatment Selena released the album and I had this feeling the guys at this house didn't want me there. My therapist said she wanted me to stay at the center an extra month which they rarely do and then they would send me to a sober living. Instead they sent me to Anew Treatment Center where apart from the fact that I could listen to music and vape I was absolutely miserable. A couple days after I got there Selena released the deluxe version of her album. They didn't let me sing my songs, they didn't let me curse, they took me off of the trazodone and the melatonin and only let me drink two coffees a day before 3. One day they said they didn't have any coffee left and I was miserable. My roommate told me that I could drink the left over coffee from his second brew. The next day they looked in the back again and said there was always coffee there. Then they sent me to transitional and I was still miserable. Every day I had the urge to do shrooms and occasionally the urge to do meth. They kept kicking people to the streets left and right for smoking weed. After 9 and a half months of working my ass off and begging for it they finally gave me my phone back. A few days later Selena released her song with Cardi B. One day I made 60 or 70 dollars on the internet and the staff members there took my phone away overnight. When I got to the next level of treatment, I had mostly unwillingly spent over a year sober. After my first paycheck at Panera Bread I went and bought magic mushrooms with my first paycheck and did them somewhat regularly. When I started shrooms the people at the treatment center told my family I was doing much better. I also went out and danced a couple times and they made me write a reflection about my mistakes. I also had a crush on a couple guys there. I was having a collection of about 25 vapes and one day the people at the treatment center randomly made me throw all of the vapes I bought with my hard earned money except for six. My family wouldn't support me leaving, my entire family said "we're just going to listen to what Anew has to say." A few months later I decided to do meth once a week so it wouldn't show up on my drug test. When I did meth the people at Anew told my family I was doing the best I ever was. After the 5th time I did meth I tested positive on the drug test and they made me move to a different house with a meth addict and we hung out. It was so much better than the treatment center. My sister said my mother payed 1 million dollars for my treatment and my mom seemed reluctant to pay for a fancy $3,100 a month sober living. When I came back they started drug testing me every day and I stopped doing shrooms and I was not craving these things as badly but I was upset. My family also told me that they were not going to support me going to Budapest. My peers at the treatment center seemed to support my longing. So I spent most of the money I had left at Panera Bread for the plane ticket and the apartment. Anew did not support me in getting tested for STIs/STDs when all they had to do was drive me there. They drive people places all the time. I told them I needed them to please take me and they wouldn't. The flight to Budapest was on a Saturday and it was a Monday. I told my therapist I was going to go and she said because of this decision they were going to kick me out to the streets. So they didn't let me say goodbye to anybody they just messily and in a disorganized way grabbed all my stuff and they allegedly could not find my Venezuelan passport or ID. After that Jessie gave me a couple homeless shelter resources etc. and sent me with a trash bag on my back to the streets. John, Diane, and Maritza were completely ok and in agreement with this. I called my brother when I was on the streets and he said that this was my decision and that was it. A month or two before I messaged this guy that does meth and he gave me his number if I ever needed it. I called him and told him I was homeless and that the treatment center kicked me out and he said it was messy but I could go to his place. I took the bus for an hour and a half and got to his place and we did meth in a lot of different ways. After that this guy showed up and we did a lot of fun things together and did a lot of meth and I went to work. One day when I got back from work they were about to smoke this massive pipe with like a thousand crystals and somehow I ended up breaking the pipe, burned my fingers, and left to the guy I initially did meth with's place. We hung out for a couple days and I went to work and I wasn't sleeping and barely eating. People were going in and out of the house and it was a little scary but it was all good. One day he left this pipe out and I smoked it, and I reacted terribly to it and went into a little psychosis and my heart was beating fast. Somebody had stolen my olanzapine, the medication that helps with these symptoms. I was going through a rough night so I went out to buy weed and the store only had CBD. So I spent an unrealistic amount of money on those gummies ate some and came back. I messaged the first guy and he told me to go the hospital. I asked the guy I was staying with if I was going to die and he said no, put your phone down and go to sleep, so that's what I did. The next day I couldn't find my AirPods or one of my vapes and then got on my flight to Budapest. When I got to Budapest the landlord Rita left me homeless on the streets during the day that we were supposed to meet. The next day I moved in. My mom left me starving for a day maybe close to two and then I went to meet her at KFC and she told me she was on the phone with my sister and I had to wait. So she left me starving longer for like an hour and then we ate. After this I talked with the director of the Bolassi program and I told him that I didn't have any money and that I needed to eat and he said that he couldn't help me even though almost every other student was eating at the hotel. A couple days later he said I could. Then he told me that everybody had to meet with the doctor, did everybody meet with the doctor? And he told me I had to wait on him, I waited on the doctor a super long time and then I told the director I needed to smoke a cigarette and he told me I had to wait. A few days later this really nice guy came and brought me food for a few weeks. He then randomly ditched me because I said there was a massive problem that people used to put painkillers in our meth. The meth we smoked that time did not have painkillers in it. He hasn't talked to me since. We also did magic mushrooms together since I could tell he needed them. Since then my family has left me with negative money in my bank account, told me that they aren't going to help me or give me a dollar and the only thing my sister said she could do after weeks of trying is send me back to ******* treatment. Since then I contacted the cops, my friends who specialize in different areas, and a lot of my family telling them this story. After I told my mom I contacted Selena's people my mom told me maybe they will pay for your food. And that's some of it. If you can help in any way please do. 💕

3>4>1>2

the hell

OT: 1 > 4 > 2 > 3

Edited August 10Aug 10 by Slamless

8 minutes ago, California said:

3>4>1>2

Omg legend. You know im a fan but i love your song "Fade" so much I'm still replaying it to this date. One of your more serious songs and i legit believe you shine on these ones

Edited August 10Aug 10 by Prisoner
Grammar

1 minute ago, Prisoner said:

Omg legend. You know im a fan but i love your song "Fade" so much I'm still replaying it to this date. One of your more serious songs and i legit believe you shine on these ones

Sorry this was meqnt to rag @selena_lavigne

14 minutes ago, selena_lavigne said:

Hello Selena and friends, my name is Mark Jeffcoat and I have been a Selenator since 2009. I DMed Selena a lot of my story in 2023 so I'm going to start from March 2023. In March 2023 one of the people in my head told me that I was raped and drugged when I was one year old and that my mom knew. I sent this to the family group chat and a few hours later I was sent to the hospital. Long story. Anyways when I was in the ambulance they asked me if I did drugs and I said I did meth and shrooms. They made a weird face and hospitalized me for three and a half weeks. After that my mom basically forced me to go to rehab in Medellin Colombia at Centro Unidos for four months. After that my mom did not lot me go back to the United States and the only thing that got me through it was messaging Selena. When her DM rules got changed I started messaging Aaron. Then my grandmother died and my brother and mother manipulated and basically forced me to go to Hungary during the same time the Venezuelan elections were going on. I have a theory that they did this so I wouldn't vote for the opposition in the elections. After this I went to Spain and bought an HHC vape. My mom stopped letting me use her card. My sister also stole my vape and hid it from me. After this I went back to Venezuela and was very upset due to the outcome of the elections. My HHC vape brought me a lot of happiness. I deleted several apps from my phone and then my family did not let me redownload them. My mental health also started rapidly declining due to the content I was consuming on Instagram and ATRL banned me for three months even though technically I am a person of color. I was in my room lonely and pretty depressed and hired a sex worker to come hang out with me for two hours. After that my mom's secretary checked the camera's in the house and showed it to my mom and my mom told me that she was angry at me that I brought a black person into the house. I then proceeded to break two of the cameras in the house. My sister then told me my only option in life was to go to treatment and to promise her that I could stay for three or four weeks and then I could leave. A few days after I got to the treatment center I got to my mom and she started telling me that she couldn't trust me anymore because I brought a black person into her house. After that I thought that they were putting drugs into my food and I said it in group so they sent me back to the detox center I was trapped in before. When I got there I said "I just want to die" and they sent me to a neurobehavioral hospital where they didn't let me listen to music and I felt like they put drugs in my food for the first few days.  Then they put me on this really strong medication called Trazadone and at first they gave me Nicotine lozenges and then they allegedly ran out and I didn't have them for over a day. Then it was time for me to leave the "professionals" called me incompetent and kept me there for around 4 days longer. Then they sent me to a treatment place where I enjoyed and I had a massive crush on my roommate. After that they sent me back to Voyage and I had a massive crush on a guy there and soon after he left. I had a massive crush on like half of the guys there and it was awesome. They posed for me, they played me good music. They even embraced my love for Selena there. I didn't have my phone, I didn't have the vapes I wanted but at least I was listening to Selena. The day I transitioned to the nicest house I've ever lived in I discovered that Selena released Scared of Loving You. Treatment with all these groups absolutely sucks. Near the end of my treatment Selena released the album and I had this feeling the guys at this house didn't want me there. My therapist said she wanted me to stay at the center an extra month which they rarely do and then they would send me to a sober living. Instead they sent me to Anew Treatment Center where apart from the fact that I could listen to music and vape I was absolutely miserable. A couple days after I got there Selena released the deluxe version of her album. They didn't let me sing my songs, they didn't let me curse, they took me off of the trazodone and the melatonin and only let me drink two coffees a day before 3. One day they said they didn't have any coffee left and I was miserable. My roommate told me that I could drink the left over coffee from his second brew. The next day they looked in the back again and said there was always coffee there. Then they sent me to transitional and I was still miserable. Every day I had the urge to do shrooms and occasionally the urge to do meth. They kept kicking people to the streets left and right for smoking weed. After 9 and a half months of working my ass off and begging for it they finally gave me my phone back. A few days later Selena released her song with Cardi B. One day I made 60 or 70 dollars on the internet and the staff members there took my phone away overnight. When I got to the next level of treatment, I had mostly unwillingly spent over a year sober. After my first paycheck at Panera Bread I went and bought magic mushrooms with my first paycheck and did them somewhat regularly. When I started shrooms the people at the treatment center told my family I was doing much better. I also went out and danced a couple times and they made me write a reflection about my mistakes. I also had a crush on a couple guys there. I was having a collection of about 25 vapes and one day the people at the treatment center randomly made me throw all of the vapes I bought with my hard earned money except for six. My family wouldn't support me leaving, my entire family said "we're just going to listen to what Anew has to say." A few months later I decided to do meth once a week so it wouldn't show up on my drug test. When I did meth the people at Anew told my family I was doing the best I ever was. After the 5th time I did meth I tested positive on the drug test and they made me move to a different house with a meth addict and we hung out. It was so much better than the treatment center. My sister said my mother payed 1 million dollars for my treatment and my mom seemed reluctant to pay for a fancy $3,100 a month sober living. When I came back they started drug testing me every day and I stopped doing shrooms and I was not craving these things as badly but I was upset. My family also told me that they were not going to support me going to Budapest. My peers at the treatment center seemed to support my longing. So I spent most of the money I had left at Panera Bread for the plane ticket and the apartment. Anew did not support me in getting tested for STIs/STDs when all they had to do was drive me there. They drive people places all the time. I told them I needed them to please take me and they wouldn't. The flight to Budapest was on a Saturday and it was a Monday. I told my therapist I was going to go and she said because of this decision they were going to kick me out to the streets. So they didn't let me say goodbye to anybody they just messily and in a disorganized way grabbed all my stuff and they allegedly could not find my Venezuelan passport or ID. After that Jessie gave me a couple homeless shelter resources etc. and sent me with a trash bag on my back to the streets. John, Diane, and Maritza were completely ok and in agreement with this. I called my brother when I was on the streets and he said that this was my decision and that was it. A month or two before I messaged this guy that does meth and he gave me his number if I ever needed it. I called him and told him I was homeless and that the treatment center kicked me out and he said it was messy but I could go to his place. I took the bus for an hour and a half and got to his place and we did meth in a lot of different ways. After that this guy showed up and we did a lot of fun things together and did a lot of meth and I went to work. One day when I got back from work they were about to smoke this massive pipe with like a thousand crystals and somehow I ended up breaking the pipe, burned my fingers, and left to the guy I initially did meth with's place. We hung out for a couple days and I went to work and I wasn't sleeping and barely eating. People were going in and out of the house and it was a little scary but it was all good. One day he left this pipe out and I smoked it, and I reacted terribly to it and went into a little psychosis and my heart was beating fast. Somebody had stolen my olanzapine, the medication that helps with these symptoms. I was going through a rough night so I went out to buy weed and the store only had CBD. So I spent an unrealistic amount of money on those gummies ate some and came back. I messaged the first guy and he told me to go the hospital. I asked the guy I was staying with if I was going to die and he said no, put your phone down and go to sleep, so that's what I did. The next day I couldn't find my AirPods or one of my vapes and then got on my flight to Budapest. When I got to Budapest the landlord Rita left me homeless on the streets during the day that we were supposed to meet. The next day I moved in. My mom left me starving for a day maybe close to two and then I went to meet her at KFC and she told me she was on the phone with my sister and I had to wait. So she left me starving longer for like an hour and then we ate. After this I talked with the director of the Bolassi program and I told him that I didn't have any money and that I needed to eat and he said that he couldn't help me even though almost every other student was eating at the hotel. A couple days later he said I could. Then he told me that everybody had to meet with the doctor, did everybody meet with the doctor? And he told me I had to wait on him, I waited on the doctor a super long time and then I told the director I needed to smoke a cigarette and he told me I had to wait. A few days later this really nice guy came and brought me food for a few weeks. He then randomly ditched me because I said there was a massive problem that people used to put painkillers in our meth. The meth we smoked that time did not have painkillers in it. He hasn't talked to me since. We also did magic mushrooms together since I could tell he needed them. Since then my family has left me with negative money in my bank account, told me that they aren't going to help me or give me a dollar and the only thing my sister said she could do after weeks of trying is send me back to ******* treatment. Since then I contacted the cops, my friends who specialize in different areas, and a lot of my family telling them this story. After I told my mom I contacted Selena's people my mom told me maybe they will pay for your food. And that's some of it. If you can help in any way please do. 💕

everybody, here's a resume by AI

"Mark shares his challenging journey through forced rehabilitation, international relocations, and severe family conflicts, highlighting how listening to Selena Gomez's music served as his primary emotional survival tool. Despite experiencing homelessness, strict treatment programs, and recurring struggles with substance use, he continuously fought to maintain his independence and find personal joy."

could you stay on topic, nobody cares

Love Without Words, Bizarre, School, Fragile

Some artists don't have this level of quality in their WHOLE DISCOGRAPHY, let alone the same album

Fragile (III)

LES Girl (IV)

Love Sensation (II)

School (III)

Danceteria (II)

I guess Act III. The first act is the clear dud for me.

I like the first act the most!

1 > 3 > 2 > 4

Last act is kind of a slog tbh, the album could've ended at Fragile.

I love the record from start to finish. But I didn't know it was separated by acts. Is this official?

i can't choose, such a fantastic album, every section has it's own merit.

4 hours ago, selena_lavigne said:

Hello Selena and friends, my name is Mark Jeffcoat and I have been a Selenator since 2009. I DMed Selena a lot of my story in 2023 so I'm going to start from March 2023. In March 2023 one of the people in my head told me that I was raped and drugged when I was one year old and that my mom knew. I sent this to the family group chat and a few hours later I was sent to the hospital. Long story. Anyways when I was in the ambulance they asked me if I did drugs and I said I did meth and shrooms. They made a weird face and hospitalized me for three and a half weeks. After that my mom basically forced me to go to rehab in Medellin Colombia at Centro Unidos for four months. After that my mom did not lot me go back to the United States and the only thing that got me through it was messaging Selena. When her DM rules got changed I started messaging Aaron. Then my grandmother died and my brother and mother manipulated and basically forced me to go to Hungary during the same time the Venezuelan elections were going on. I have a theory that they did this so I wouldn't vote for the opposition in the elections. After this I went to Spain and bought an HHC vape. My mom stopped letting me use her card. My sister also stole my vape and hid it from me. After this I went back to Venezuela and was very upset due to the outcome of the elections. My HHC vape brought me a lot of happiness. I deleted several apps from my phone and then my family did not let me redownload them. My mental health also started rapidly declining due to the content I was consuming on Instagram and ATRL banned me for three months even though technically I am a person of color. I was in my room lonely and pretty depressed and hired a sex worker to come hang out with me for two hours. After that my mom's secretary checked the camera's in the house and showed it to my mom and my mom told me that she was angry at me that I brought a black person into the house. I then proceeded to break two of the cameras in the house. My sister then told me my only option in life was to go to treatment and to promise her that I could stay for three or four weeks and then I could leave. A few days after I got to the treatment center I got to my mom and she started telling me that she couldn't trust me anymore because I brought a black person into her house. After that I thought that they were putting drugs into my food and I said it in group so they sent me back to the detox center I was trapped in before. When I got there I said "I just want to die" and they sent me to a neurobehavioral hospital where they didn't let me listen to music and I felt like they put drugs in my food for the first few days.  Then they put me on this really strong medication called Trazadone and at first they gave me Nicotine lozenges and then they allegedly ran out and I didn't have them for over a day. Then it was time for me to leave the "professionals" called me incompetent and kept me there for around 4 days longer. Then they sent me to a treatment place where I enjoyed and I had a massive crush on my roommate. After that they sent me back to Voyage and I had a massive crush on a guy there and soon after he left. I had a massive crush on like half of the guys there and it was awesome. They posed for me, they played me good music. They even embraced my love for Selena there. I didn't have my phone, I didn't have the vapes I wanted but at least I was listening to Selena. The day I transitioned to the nicest house I've ever lived in I discovered that Selena released Scared of Loving You. Treatment with all these groups absolutely sucks. Near the end of my treatment Selena released the album and I had this feeling the guys at this house didn't want me there. My therapist said she wanted me to stay at the center an extra month which they rarely do and then they would send me to a sober living. Instead they sent me to Anew Treatment Center where apart from the fact that I could listen to music and vape I was absolutely miserable. A couple days after I got there Selena released the deluxe version of her album. They didn't let me sing my songs, they didn't let me curse, they took me off of the trazodone and the melatonin and only let me drink two coffees a day before 3. One day they said they didn't have any coffee left and I was miserable. My roommate told me that I could drink the left over coffee from his second brew. The next day they looked in the back again and said there was always coffee there. Then they sent me to transitional and I was still miserable. Every day I had the urge to do shrooms and occasionally the urge to do meth. They kept kicking people to the streets left and right for smoking weed. After 9 and a half months of working my ass off and begging for it they finally gave me my phone back. A few days later Selena released her song with Cardi B. One day I made 60 or 70 dollars on the internet and the staff members there took my phone away overnight. When I got to the next level of treatment, I had mostly unwillingly spent over a year sober. After my first paycheck at Panera Bread I went and bought magic mushrooms with my first paycheck and did them somewhat regularly. When I started shrooms the people at the treatment center told my family I was doing much better. I also went out and danced a couple times and they made me write a reflection about my mistakes. I also had a crush on a couple guys there. I was having a collection of about 25 vapes and one day the people at the treatment center randomly made me throw all of the vapes I bought with my hard earned money except for six. My family wouldn't support me leaving, my entire family said "we're just going to listen to what Anew has to say." A few months later I decided to do meth once a week so it wouldn't show up on my drug test. When I did meth the people at Anew told my family I was doing the best I ever was. After the 5th time I did meth I tested positive on the drug test and they made me move to a different house with a meth addict and we hung out. It was so much better than the treatment center. My sister said my mother payed 1 million dollars for my treatment and my mom seemed reluctant to pay for a fancy $3,100 a month sober living. When I came back they started drug testing me every day and I stopped doing shrooms and I was not craving these things as badly but I was upset. My family also told me that they were not going to support me going to Budapest. My peers at the treatment center seemed to support my longing. So I spent most of the money I had left at Panera Bread for the plane ticket and the apartment. Anew did not support me in getting tested for STIs/STDs when all they had to do was drive me there. They drive people places all the time. I told them I needed them to please take me and they wouldn't. The flight to Budapest was on a Saturday and it was a Monday. I told my therapist I was going to go and she said because of this decision they were going to kick me out to the streets. So they didn't let me say goodbye to anybody they just messily and in a disorganized way grabbed all my stuff and they allegedly could not find my Venezuelan passport or ID. After that Jessie gave me a couple homeless shelter resources etc. and sent me with a trash bag on my back to the streets. John, Diane, and Maritza were completely ok and in agreement with this. I called my brother when I was on the streets and he said that this was my decision and that was it. A month or two before I messaged this guy that does meth and he gave me his number if I ever needed it. I called him and told him I was homeless and that the treatment center kicked me out and he said it was messy but I could go to his place. I took the bus for an hour and a half and got to his place and we did meth in a lot of different ways. After that this guy showed up and we did a lot of fun things together and did a lot of meth and I went to work. One day when I got back from work they were about to smoke this massive pipe with like a thousand crystals and somehow I ended up breaking the pipe, burned my fingers, and left to the guy I initially did meth with's place. We hung out for a couple days and I went to work and I wasn't sleeping and barely eating. People were going in and out of the house and it was a little scary but it was all good. One day he left this pipe out and I smoked it, and I reacted terribly to it and went into a little psychosis and my heart was beating fast. Somebody had stolen my olanzapine, the medication that helps with these symptoms. I was going through a rough night so I went out to buy weed and the store only had CBD. So I spent an unrealistic amount of money on those gummies ate some and came back. I messaged the first guy and he told me to go the hospital. I asked the guy I was staying with if I was going to die and he said no, put your phone down and go to sleep, so that's what I did. The next day I couldn't find my AirPods or one of my vapes and then got on my flight to Budapest. When I got to Budapest the landlord Rita left me homeless on the streets during the day that we were supposed to meet. The next day I moved in. My mom left me starving for a day maybe close to two and then I went to meet her at KFC and she told me she was on the phone with my sister and I had to wait. So she left me starving longer for like an hour and then we ate. After this I talked with the director of the Bolassi program and I told him that I didn't have any money and that I needed to eat and he said that he couldn't help me even though almost every other student was eating at the hotel. A couple days later he said I could. Then he told me that everybody had to meet with the doctor, did everybody meet with the doctor? And he told me I had to wait on him, I waited on the doctor a super long time and then I told the director I needed to smoke a cigarette and he told me I had to wait. A few days later this really nice guy came and brought me food for a few weeks. He then randomly ditched me because I said there was a massive problem that people used to put painkillers in our meth. The meth we smoked that time did not have painkillers in it. He hasn't talked to me since. We also did magic mushrooms together since I could tell he needed them. Since then my family has left me with negative money in my bank account, told me that they aren't going to help me or give me a dollar and the only thing my sister said she could do after weeks of trying is send me back to ******* treatment. Since then I contacted the cops, my friends who specialize in different areas, and a lot of my family telling them this story. After I told my mom I contacted Selena's people my mom told me maybe they will pay for your food. And that's some of it. If you can help in any way please do. 💕

I’m not reading of that. I’m sorry you’re having a difficult time but ATRL is not a crowdfunding source. And given your awful comments about pedophilia, I doubt people who, at one time might have been willing to help, would do so now.