frequently. i wonder if i hadn't been so impressed by 9 o' levels and got my own life together. what middle class tory voting suburb i would be in now.
clearly everything acheved in our lives is through me making it happen - so why the fuck i had these delusions of him being my 'ticket out' of my insane morbidly depressed hearing voices phycho mother - fuc knows.
if i only knew then that you could board away at uni my life would have been totally different.
i would have had more money but probably with some anally retentive twat and have much the same problems.
so moral of the story is.
erm there isn't one