Self-help for night owls and odd balls

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Smile. That’s what a teacher told me every day in high school. He didn’t teach any of my classes. Just saw me in the halls. I had this whole Lana Del Rey thing going on. Before it was cool.

Anyway, this teacher didn’t even know my name. But he wanted me to smile more. Never mind that my mom had tried to kill us that weekend. The police had dragged her out in handcuffs in front of our neighbors…