Wow,what can I say. It has been a very interesting past few years and it all went through so quickly, hastier than I could imagine it would be initially. Picked up a few things here and there. Learned a lot, mostly outside of the school that was supposed to be bestowing knowledge upon me.
In the end, I almost feel used, like a dog that was promised a biscuit but ended up getting leftovers from last night. You get the cast-away feeling, that hollow emptiness inside that that tells you there should be something here but it is missing and only comes in one size. Could you call this victimization, propaganda or just globalization?
The lies that because you can get to and see places you never used to before means your equal with exotic creatures that inhabit these fair lands. A land of milk and honey and amazingly creative vandals. A land of tradition, football and binge drinkers. A land where there is more prams than buses and more takeaways than toilets. A land where the underdog is loved and failure is celebrated.
