Reasons Why I should Quit School:
I. Because I've already Fucked up This WHole Semester.
_____A. I'm behind in all my classes except one.
_____B. I really don't think that I'll ever catch up at this point.
_____C. I've missed too many days and it isn't even midterm yet (not _______quite).
II. I'm uninterested in Everything that's part of my major.
_____A. My teachers don't respond to my emails about how lost I feel.
_____B. I feel a twinge of dread every Wednesday morning that doesn't _______ever go away.
_____C. History is the only class that I'm interested and caught up in.
III. I don't think that I belong in School.
_____A. This keeps happening.
_____B. This keeps happening.
_____C. This keeps happening.
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So I'm sitting here instead of sitting on the train on my way to class. I don't think that I care anymore- but I'm not entirely sure about that either. I always feel like a disappointment and if not to anyone else than I'm a disappointment to MYSELF. I can't ever seem to do things right: love, life, work, school, setting an alarm clock- the way that everyone on this planet seems to understand how to do. I am the fuck up. I am. It makes me feel worse every time I talk to someone about it. They are always so "encouraging" and it makes me sick inside. I can't explain it. I had this enlightened thought the other day about myself and how I always talk about looking for all these answers to all these questions that I have about myself and life but what I realized is that, in truth, I'm not looking for answers, I'm looking for excuses. Today is just another excuse. I'm sure I'll have one tomorrow as well. Now the question, heh, is if I'm conscious of this theory how will I change. The answer here is obvious.
I. Because I've already Fucked up This WHole Semester.
_____A. I'm behind in all my classes except one.
_____B. I really don't think that I'll ever catch up at this point.
_____C. I've missed too many days and it isn't even midterm yet (not _______quite).
II. I'm uninterested in Everything that's part of my major.
_____A. My teachers don't respond to my emails about how lost I feel.
_____B. I feel a twinge of dread every Wednesday morning that doesn't _______ever go away.
_____C. History is the only class that I'm interested and caught up in.
III. I don't think that I belong in School.
_____A. This keeps happening.
_____B. This keeps happening.
_____C. This keeps happening.
This keeps happening. This keeps happening. This keeps happening.
This keeps happening. This keeps happening. This keeps happening.
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This keeps happening. This keeps happening. This keeps happening.
This keeps happening. This keeps happening. This keeps happening.
This keeps happening. This keeps happening. This keeps happening.
This keeps happening. This keeps happening. This keeps happening.
So I'm sitting here instead of sitting on the train on my way to class. I don't think that I care anymore- but I'm not entirely sure about that either. I always feel like a disappointment and if not to anyone else than I'm a disappointment to MYSELF. I can't ever seem to do things right: love, life, work, school, setting an alarm clock- the way that everyone on this planet seems to understand how to do. I am the fuck up. I am. It makes me feel worse every time I talk to someone about it. They are always so "encouraging" and it makes me sick inside. I can't explain it. I had this enlightened thought the other day about myself and how I always talk about looking for all these answers to all these questions that I have about myself and life but what I realized is that, in truth, I'm not looking for answers, I'm looking for excuses. Today is just another excuse. I'm sure I'll have one tomorrow as well. Now the question, heh, is if I'm conscious of this theory how will I change. The answer here is obvious.
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