And now I’m repeating the same shit.
I want to quit my studies, but I’m too scared of the consequences.
The consequences are unknown. I’m scared of the unknown.
I just want to get my life back.
Sometimes, I’m filled with optimism and hope – just like last time.
But now, I’m scared of doing it again.
It went pretty well last time. But … I was too scared to simply say “I don’t want to go back to shitty Irbid ever again, unless I’m going there to pack my shit. I want to leave Jordan and never go back. Ever.”
But we agreed that I continue attending my classes until we figure some sort of alternative.
Well, I couldn’t do that, either. I just can’t live there. I never could, and I never should’ve continued to force myself to stay there.
So, I’m repeating what I did last time. I will go to work to inform my boss of the same decision I made last time.
Then, I will try to meet up with the Head of Scholarship shit to inform her that I can’t and won’t do this anymore.
I’m not sure why I’m sharing this shit.