Is there really a person out there that likes having responsibility? Like, they couldn’t find something to do if they didn’t have something they were already SUPPOSED to do? I find myself only wanting to do things I want to do, whenever I want.
Today I scheduled my classes. I don’t want a schedule to follow. Don’t bring it up. Don’t make me talk about it. I think a wooden block being shoved through a circular hole must feel the same anxiety.
In the time I’ve had away from school, I thought I had grabbed my identity by the balls. But the moment I sat down in that office, I choked up and wanted to bail. I felt like I didn’t fit in, all over again.
I cried. I don’t know. I thought I hadn’t changed my ways or something.
