Hey Veeky Forums, life story incoming so bear with me. You can probably tell how desperate I am by the fact that I'm turning to some anonymous autistic NEETs for life advice. Oddly though, I felt a strange connection to you retards ever since I've joined the space in October.
Anyways, I'm a 21 year old student currently living alone downtown in a major North American city. Throughout my childhood/high school life, my immigrant parents pushed me towards science, in the path of a doctor/dentist etc. This isn't bragging, but I feel like I have more intelligence than the average person, by a fair bit. For all of high school, I'd do nothing but fuck around and do work last minute/barely study, and I made it by with good grades.
Enter first year university, I'm still living at home and going to school for biomedical sciences. Very very early into my program, I started feeling depressed. I felt like there was no purpose. And on the first week of school I became friends with a huge pothead, so eventually we'd spend the entire day at school together smoking weed (keep in mind I was already a stoner at this point, but to a much less degree). After a while of this- one day I randomly came across something that would (maybe) change my life- electronic music. This was around 2014, when the EDM boom was starting. I instantly fell in love, and I wanted to try my hand at producing. I knew that if I could SOMEHOW make a living as a DJ/producer, even if it was minimal, I'd be happy.
Fast forward to the end of summer- after lots of backlash from my parents, they finally agreed to let me drop class to try working on my music for a while on the condition that I would take one class that semester. On the first week of school, me and my buddy found some new guys to smoke up with- and this was the beginning of my downward spiral. It's all a blur to me how this even happened really- but next thing you know, we somehow started a 2 month drug binge.