anxiety, Depressed, Education, England, Feeling sorry, Mistake, Moving, Planning, Uncategorized

My future

I question my life choices every day and wonder is it enough for me to be strong-willed and stubborn.

Money plays a large fact in everyday life and with me not being apart of the top 1%, I like everyone else has to work for a living.

Hmm, I am valued by how many hours I put in and how hard I slave away. Being a number in the system doesn’t sound fun to me.

Does anyone truly have a plan for the future? I’m spending thousands of dollar (or pounds) on a chance.

The possibility of a chance to be a writer or a PR agent. What a gamble.

*** Never drink people, this was in my drafts.

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Adjustment, Buckingham, Education, England, Feeling sorry, Loneliness, Mistake, Student, Travel, Tulsa, Uncategorized, Weed

My life sucks.

In a previous post, I acknowledge that I feel like this move was a mistake but it feels like the mistake that keeps on giving.

My glasses broke, so for everyone that’s not 20/20, you know my pain. I ordered my replacement pair which it will take up to 14 days to get to me. Well, I woke up today with an email that says it was shipped to the wrong address.

I am blind! I can’t see a good foot in front of me. I like glasses and the fact that they allow me to see things.

Since I still have to go on interviews, work for the bulletin, complete assignments, copy lecture boards, and edit, so much editing. Glasses would be nice.

If it not one thing it’s another. I miss Smoking so much that it’s affecting the way I drink and the amount of time I spend doing bullshit.

Welcome to University, where your life will be thrown upside down with the expectancy that it will help you in the future years.

The educational system may be a scam and I fell extreme hard into reality.

Adjustment, England, Loneliness, Mistake, Moving, Student, Travel, Uncategorized

I Made a Mistake

I left my family, friends, job, everything I knew for a dream and the perfect school for that dream. Every morning I wake up and I ask myself is this what I wanted?

I’m 25, which isn’t old to me but is to this school causing me to stick out like a sore thumb. I don’t belong here and I see that, not just on my face in the mirror but on the face of others. Big school in a little town, surrounded by older people and me, that one struggling to survive American.

I think I made a mistake.

My personality doesn’t belong here. The class is different to the point where I want to cry and have because I’m just not getting it. The words, “Don’t cry in front of people”, plays on a loop inside my head.

Why do you other people feel? Do they have the support of family, are they drowning like me?

I moved to Buckingham for school and it’s just me. I don’t have family support or funding, like others, nor will my proud allow me to ask for it.

What did I do?