Most notably that I fail at anything I want to be. Basically, I fucked up my end of years. There’s no way in hell’s name I’m going to get good the good GCSEs I need to anything with my life.
I’m going to ruin it, plain and simple and purely because I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing and can’t be arse to find out. Yes, I’m whining, no I’m not going to change, piss off. I don’t care what you say anyway.
