When I was 18 I left everything I had behind and moved to the other side of the country to study design at an institute which was then one of the most prestigious in the country but has now lost all credibility.
Thanks to this one bad decision I now spend most of my year stranded in what it's safe to say is the most depressing place on earth, half-heartedly working at a course I hate. What's left of the year is spent back home in Glasgow slaving away as a retail monkey so that I can afford to do the former. I have also lost touch with most of my old friends and stupidly associated myself with some less than savoury new characters along the way.
To be honest this all makes me feel pretty miserable sometimes because what was once a dream for me has instead left me feeling completely irresolute and my life lacking in stability and direction.
I guess I just count myself lucky that I'm surrounded by some pretty wonderful people who have always stuck by me (you know who you are) and hope everything will fall into place sometime soon.
You now probably think that I'm either very fake or very depressing. I like to think that I'm neither one of those things (but then again no one is ever what they like to think they are). I should probably just delete all of this and replace it with something to make me seem more "mysterious"- like lyrics from a song or a photograph of myself in which you can't quite see all of my face.
And I know that six months ago I would have.
NON FICTION
