What the hell
I didn't expect my first year at Rolla to come to an end like this. I grew up thinking I would be here for 4 years, graduate, and obtain a successful career. Not once did I believe that it would be so much of a stuggle. My life I though I was going to live has gone down the drain. Before, I thought I knew what it was like to fail. I have never been more wrong.
In sixth grade I was convinced I was going ti stay here with no problem, but outside influences got to me. I found alcohol, I found weed, but the worst was my friends. Never had I ever had a connection with other people before. I loved helping them, putting their needs before my own. I love them, and I am going to have to miss them and go back to the isolation I grew up in. My time will once again be taken up by my parents and their petty rules to keep me from leaving them.
My parents refuse to believe they are sheltering my siblings and me. They want us gone, but take every chance for us to leave.
Sorry for rambling, I just need to vent.