I have a nice little bs 'woah is me' narrative drafted around a failing school and the fact that three of the breres i was closest to at different points growing up have all served jail time (or should have(technicalities)) + others i hung with haven't left tha city as some sort of consolation for my fukkeries, but truely since practically day one i've been an apathetic piece of shytAbout time we sent some fukkin supply teachers over to Oz.
We all fukk up a year in our lives, just put it down 'Thought the World was gunna End' so I didnt give a flyin fukk![]()


edit: in Oz i'd want to be drivinga tractor on some hick farm or bikini waxing or mining or some shyt (ll) tbf