The Only Thing You Can Ever Learn

“person holding book with smoke” by Maxim Lugina on Unsplash

I’ve always liked being close to the floor. It makes me feel stable, closer to the world. So even in the chilly temperatures of one cloudy afternoon, I lay on the brownish, orange-red floor of my apartment, trying to mentally deal with the fact that I have to go to school. This is a big, recurring problem for me. The only time I’ve liked school is when I’ve hated myself. I suffered through high school, and I’m suffering now…