I live in Scarborough. Out of choice. Well, no, not out of choice, that’s a complete lie. Out of necessity. My parents live in Scarborough out of choice and, thus, I have to because University ate all of my money up and I can’t afford to carry on living in London. So, I have returned to earn some funds and in an effort to keep myself busy while I die inside (and outside a little bit, too – it’s quite cold up here) I have decided to start writing. Everything. My only way to cope here is to make fun of things. So please forgive my sarcasm (or don’t, I think you’ll quite enjoy it) and feel free to comment.
I have to point out that I've changed some names and obviously exaggerated some facts, but only because the truth is boring - did I mention I'm living in Scarborough??
Hopefully as this project progresses, I will be moving out of Scarborough and on to better, warmer, things. But fear not, I will undoubtedly remain just as cynical and biased as I am now, as I always appear to be the odd one out: the one who makes 'inappropriate' jokes at dinner; the one with their face pressed up against the outside of your window because I don't know how to get in; the one who thinks I'm the only one who's not crazy; the one who wears high heels on cobbled streets and muddy fields.
Enjoy.
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