I dreamed it for you. Well someone tell me when is it my turn, don't I get a dream for myself. Get off of my runway."
Today, no, this week, this month and this year have been the worst 6months of the making of my future.
Ask me what I wanted to be 6 months ago and i'd have given you the whole 5yr plan. The grades, the summer, the degree, the speciality, the job, the flat, the car. Then, well, you know the rest. Here I am signing on at the job centre for fifty quid a week and living at home with all my friends going away to make something of all this education we'd worked so hard on together.
I feel cheated. Cheated out of my own life.
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