I used to glorify school as a high point in my life because it was when I felt least lonely. Lately, though, I've been recalling terrible incidents that I had repressed. I was the victim of a series of cruel pranks, which involved my colleagues repeatedly trying to get me to drink toilet water, which they'd fill into my bottle. Some people at my old workplace used to do the same, as did my family sometime after my graduation. I don't know how people can be so awful, honestly. They didn't think of me as too smart, which is probably why they felt justified in doing what they did.
Now that I'm working a job, thankfully well away from my family, I can't help but miss learning things. Before, I was jaded. I had already accepted that I had had no future, and that any education I received would be useless since I had had no goals in life. The same holds now, unfortunately. People used to tease me for not having a life, for not having friends. But that I had neither friends nor hobbies (that my family would inevitably ruin anyway) was monumentally worse than being teased about it. Again, the same holds true now, sans my being teased for it.
Not a whole lot is keeping me going, honestly. I've my writings, one of the only things in my life that I can truly call my own. And now I have a room to myself, and for the first time in my life, privacy. With the exception of my emotionally-dependent mother, I no longer have to deal with my family, who had somehow deluded themselves into thinking I'm some idiot who deserved no respect as a human being. For most of my college career, they were convinced that I was a high-school dropout; and they burnt my diploma to somehow prove it. They used to go berserk whenever I read, did homework, or cried about being abused by them, since they thought --- and still think --- that I'm illiterate, and that I didn't have emotions any more complex than those of a dog.
I live in what I had envisaged as my paradise: Anywhere but at home. Yet, I'm still lonely, still without purpose.
Anyway, is it normal to miss school as a working man?
I must have these answers.
Number VI:
Larxene.
The Organization's Not-That-Geezer's-Heart-Tank.