Couch

At 5am I leaned against the couch in the living room as tears ran down my face. I stared at the wall of diplomas in front of me and broke down. I never graduated from high school. I had a shitty childhood, my mother was way too fucked up on pills or alcohol to really ever care to much about my school situation by the time i was a freshman. My mother had not only been ok with my haphazard lifestyle, but by some strange twist of fate had encouraged it. I was usually too fucked up trying to forget my reality that high school was a daze. I spent my nights and days away from school partying and distancing myself from the insanity that had become my "home".

I know...get your GED blahblahblah. But It'll never be the same. Why has the motivation to better myself education wise seem to have come so late?

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