September (Undated Entry 2), 2022

I don't know what to say...

The school made a unanimous decision to wipe the semester from my record and issue a full refund. Academically, I suppose it's a relief, but personally it's a disaster.

I'll have no choice but to spend another 1-2 weeks in the hell I call my hometown, a place I went to die at because that's all that ever happens there. Anything that can die, dies there. Plus, I'll have to re-pack my dorm after one week (shamefully). Meanwhile, my friends and my band are still scattered as far as I know, least on the subject of me. I dread finding out more as much as I do the next moves to hell then an apartment, the wait, the [Home depot] warehouse, and of course [redacted].

[Redacted]

It all could've been avoided so easily, which makes it all the more tragic.

But there is one good thing: my niece is being born. It kills me that I'm in here as it happens but at least she's here. I have to be better for her. Jesus, what if I end babysitting for a while?

I'm hoping for at least somebody to be waiting for me at ship. I've tried calling [via wall mounted phone] Daryl to get an idea of what's going on but no answer. I'll keep trying.

[Redacted].

And the [FedEx] warehouse was waiting for me either way. Maybe I can work out a deal w/ the campus to give me enough time to get the money for rent. Probably not. But it's worth a try. Either way I'll be saving more money and I will have more time to prepare for the next semester. I'm just tired of preparing. I want to be doing.

It's all disappointing. The semester, I mean. But there's much to be learned. And maybe, just maybe I can still make something of all this.

Just wish I could do something right now... there's not much but I don't want to say nothing.

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DISCLAIMER: Some entries have been censored and edited out of respect for both my, and others personal lives as well as for clarity. These are all true journal entries, starting from when I was given the journal in a rehabilitation hospital, none of which will be released to the public until weeks or months after being written. At any given point, they may be taken down for a plethora of reasons.