You’ve opened your envelope and you’ve done shite. Everyone else is buzzing around like bees on crack and every channel is showing you grinning A* twats. Fuck ’em. This may be the first time life has taken a massive dump on you but it certainly won’t be the last.
Don’t beat yourself up. Shit happens. Sit them again or do something else. You might be super artistic and intelligent, but not academic. That’s ok. You might just be thick as fuck and that’s ok too. We can’t all be Doctors. Someone needs to keep the place clean and if you don’t think that’s just as important then ask someone with an MRSA infection.
The point I’m making is that life is just starting out for you and there’s endless opportunities, Christ, you could your A Levels at 45 if you so wanted to.
I dropped out of college (twice) and never went to Uni and luck at mee now! Im well gud with grammer an shit and Ive got a Facebook page an everyfin.
You’re expected to know the path in front of you now. You’re supposed to have a dream and follow it, prepare for it and ready yourself for it.
We’re not all like that though. How the fuck can you know what’s going to make you happy for the next 40 years at your age? I struggle deciding what he have for fucking tea. I’m 32 and I still don’t have a clue what I want to be when I grow up!
Whatever you do make sure it’s going to make you happy. That’s the important bit. Fuck cash, little boxes on the on the hill side and fucking designer gear. If you’re not happy then all that crap is basically going to turn you into a walking-talking advert.
So. Stop panicking and do what you will. If it turns out shit then do something else. Good luck. Now, off you fuck.
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