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My new life

Finally, almost a whole month after moving in to this house, and almost a year since i arrived in London, I HAVE INTERNET IN THE COMFORT OF MY ROOM!!!! I have to say, the feeling can't be better. But that's almost the only good thing that's going on in my life right now.

I'm living in a house, in a city where everyone else I know live in flats, or in houses but they're only renting a room. That rocks. But there's no such thing as free lunch is there? This house is so far from Central London, sometimes it takes more than an hour to go to uni. An alternative would be taking the tube insead of the bus, but I don't think I can afford it. I thought the rent would be cheap, but it turns out not being so cheap, that if I buy a tube pass every month, I'll have to end up eating sand or paper or sand paper. Really. I'm not kidding. What I'm not very happy about is the fact that my room is not that much bigger than the guy who's paying 10 pounds less a week, and with the double bed that I have, I don't have much space left. And I don't know how I can reduce my rent, as I don't have the guts to confront this guy. What do I say? "Bitch! My room is as big as your, and I'm paying a whole lot more? Bitch!"

I know I'm being such a drama queen. But I can't help it.All my life, I've had everything falling into its place miraculously, and I now I have everything working against me. It's gonna take some time getting used to not having luck on my side all the time. I complain all the time when my life just couldn't be better, and now that everything's falling apart, Even I can't imagine how messed up I'm going to be. Maybe that's the problem. I always complain. Maybe I should stop complaining, get a job, and buy the tube pass and all the problems will go away. Maybe this is my destiny. Maybe it's time to take charge. I've had enough luck. Now I'll have to work for everything.

Heck. My life sucks.

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