All I want is a nice house, a job I like which pays me enough to enjoy life, a little French Bulldog, tea in abundance, walks at the Seaside, to visit amazing places, true friends, happiness and love. I want my own lttle "something", a shop or a bakery/cafe.
It's about the simple things for me, it truly is. All of the aforementioned make me feel something that the thought of moving to London in 7 days, and getting a degree, doesn't. It's not a feeling of dread and it's not sadness.
I don't know what to do. I am dead on my feet and have had 8 hours sleep in 48 hours. I'm getting ill and achey, I'm constantly in a bad mood.
I have to make a decision.
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