DaiQuan in Real Life.

"I hate this ordeal."-Chuck Connelly

Here we go again. The unjustified ordeal of school has made it's way back into my life once again.

Without my consent, my grandmother signed me up for the same six month school program as she did to me last year which overall failed, as I'd predicted in the first place.

I'm not looking forward to this shit. The dress code, the long hours, the people screaming at me. I mean, why would anyone ever want to return to that type of shit?

Honestly, if I wanted to be there in that shithole, I would've never had left in the first place.

Now, I know six months might not sound all that bad but that's what I always hear from people looking at things from the outside. Trust me, it's much harder than what you imagine.

I swear, this is it. After these six months, successful or not, I'm not doing anymore school. I'm through.

This shit is not for me.

Fuckin' spent thirteen years doing some shit I never asked to do, never wanted to do and never believed in doing.

And it kills me when fucking people tell me about school and "the things that I have to do," y'know?

I just don't get how someone can take it upon themselves to "explain my life to me".

Anyway, I can't do anything but sigh when I think about this school. It's small, humid, crowded, exhausting and I just don't have the patients or tolerance to be what to do or how to do it, which is a very big part of their code at their place.

I left school for a year for a reason. Reasons to figure things out after 2007, a year that tore things apart in my life and rebuilt them in a different, uncomfortable way.

I'm not one whom believes in excuses or scapegoats but I just don't know how this whole thing is going to turn out. It makes me feel bland inside to even think about all of the shit I'm about to go through.

Here the fuck we go again....!