What I need

Somewhere to scream. Somewhere to fall apart. Somewhere where I don’t need to be perfect to be appreciated. I could fall face first and still feel okay. I could speak my mind without fear of what will happen next. I could be me without being a disappointment. I would never have to be perfect again. I could learn what I think is important for my life rather than what the Government decides will help me. I mean lets face it, when will I use Shakespearean English or Functions and Relations again? I want to learn to fix up a car, to sew, to cook and all those daily things that will change my life and save me money. But no, in my world, it’s more important to sit at a desk and learn things I will never use again. It also seems to be important to pin us all against each other rather than getting us to help each other. I mean why can’t 85% be an A in a subject? Why must my results depend on how others do as well. It’s unfair because I could do A grade work and get a C because everyone else is doing that well as well… haha jokes, I can’t pull out A’s anymore. The PTSD and Depression don’t give me the chance to do normal high standard work anymore, so I end up on C’s and below, all thanks to this stupid, vicious system that grades me against everyone else. I don’t think I’d care so much if the content was useful, but as I said before, I’ll never use it again. Yet if I complain or disobey, I luck out and will miss out on future jobs. It just doesn’t make sense to me. I just need a system that makes sense and that helps me. I need a system like what my mother, father and boyfriend say they would put in (they think a lot like me, although without the messed up part I have), sadly, I’ll never have that…

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