So, I woke up at 7:40 today.
After you've not done that for 3 years you forget that these kinds of time exist. Absolutely dreading the vomit-cramp lock I'd normally get, I got up and still felt sick, but not nearly to the extent I used to. Probably less anxiety from getting away from the more negative influences in my life. (Not entirely mind, just backing up a bit.)
College is exactly what I expected it to be. Freeform Secondary School. A few of the cooler people from my Secondary are going to my college so I'm not unknown and have absolutely no people to talk to. Which is good. Met some kid, he talks alot of shit ('I can get your polo for you in all the colours of the rainbow fam, I get them 50 for a £500 shipment') but he knows some people, so I guess he'll be useful at some point. Induction day pt.2 tomorrow, then it starts for real next week. Looking forward to it I guess, it's something to do.
Then I walk outside and around the corner, and I get grabbed and put against the wall. PC muttered something about conspiracy to murder. I barely have time to sigh before the handcuffs are on me and I'm pushed into the back of the car. After 3 hours of showing them my college ID and telling them my name is Ruben, not Dwayne, I'm let go-- although they promise to be 'in contact'.
Nothings changed.