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I cried myself to sleep last night. With my mothers voice rattling through my head, insulting me over and over. Telling me how much of a failure I was, how I've taken eveything I've been given for granted and that within six months I'll run home pregnant wanting sympathy - and by this time my father and her won't recognize my face.
I woke to a cold car ride of silent treatment and dreading that today could quite possibly be the day that my entire future is determined when I find out whether or not my grades are worthy of completing year twelve..
And
They were.
And English Studies, Photography, Food & Hospitality, Psychology and Biology will aid me on my path to success.
A boy that I adore and two months of holidays under my belt - life doesn't seem so bad.
I woke to a cold car ride of silent treatment and dreading that today could quite possibly be the day that my entire future is determined when I find out whether or not my grades are worthy of completing year twelve..
And
They were.
And English Studies, Photography, Food & Hospitality, Psychology and Biology will aid me on my path to success.
A boy that I adore and two months of holidays under my belt - life doesn't seem so bad.