Richard was here every Saturday night – Heebies, a bar you’d belong if you were trying to be numb. If you made it inside with that sad excuse of a fake ID you have, you’d be exploited to a parliament of wannabes, sourly downing their cans of Red Stripe. To your left, more of them, laughing too loud – their cans half empty and warm. To the right, them again but in ten years’ time – empty cans.
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When somebody use to ask me, “oh how is sixth form going?” I’d usually respond very dramatically something along the lines of it being terrible, me being close to death, or just a prolonged stare that would leave the person in question, the person in regret. Continue reading “TEN THINGS NO ONE TOLD ME WHEN STARTING SIXTH FORM”
Here is a quick OOTD from my trip to Berlin.
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