A month left before me and a friend goes to London! Just a month. How can the time sweep away so fast? I'm longing, but in the same time it frightens me. What if I screw up and do all the things that is possible to do wrong, wrong? Or if I don't get a job? I haven't thought of it, but this is the first time ever I don't have my education leaning back on. The first time I have to stand on my own feet and fight to survive. Dramatic, sure, but in the same time this is so true. Without a job, no money. AND without money you end up on the street. The moon as the only light at midnight, and a bunch of old newspapers as your madress and some old hackneyed shoes and a bundling jacket holding you warm in a cold frosty night.
/Soffan
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