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Life is NOT good.
For those who didn't know, I never returned to UCF. I go to dade now, but only for this semester. I lost my cell phone, my mom found out I smoke pot, and I have all night classes that no one is ever willing to drive me to or pick me up from. I have no time to make any DMV appointments, and I have no money or funding for college. I'm in my second week with no books, no supplies, and I lost my laptop's charger, so no computer. There's no internet in my house, I can only get online if I steal my mom's laptop. My room is a mess. I actually like it that way, but my mom won't stop giving me shit about it.
Everyday my mom tells me to call VocRehab because she swears they are going to pay for my crap. I lost VocRehab due to a low GPA, they already told her they aren't paying for shit. Everyday she asks if I called them. I did for a while, the motherfucking counselor won't return my calls. She still asks me to call. I tell her to call the bastard herself and she flips shit.
I'm pissed at Anton again. Big surprise. I don't need to get into that, I already did.
I hate it. I miss orlando when I'm in miami, but I miss miami when I'm in orlando.
Where the fuck do I call home?
For those who didn't know, I never returned to UCF. I go to dade now, but only for this semester. I lost my cell phone, my mom found out I smoke pot, and I have all night classes that no one is ever willing to drive me to or pick me up from. I have no time to make any DMV appointments, and I have no money or funding for college. I'm in my second week with no books, no supplies, and I lost my laptop's charger, so no computer. There's no internet in my house, I can only get online if I steal my mom's laptop. My room is a mess. I actually like it that way, but my mom won't stop giving me shit about it.
Everyday my mom tells me to call VocRehab because she swears they are going to pay for my crap. I lost VocRehab due to a low GPA, they already told her they aren't paying for shit. Everyday she asks if I called them. I did for a while, the motherfucking counselor won't return my calls. She still asks me to call. I tell her to call the bastard herself and she flips shit.
I'm pissed at Anton again. Big surprise. I don't need to get into that, I already did.
I hate it. I miss orlando when I'm in miami, but I miss miami when I'm in orlando.
Where the fuck do I call home?