Trying to make it out of here
The time for packing and leaving is upon some of us. I bid thee adieu and Godspeed.
As for myself, I’ll be lucky if I even made it out safely. I have a dream. It’s still not realised. Therefore, it’s only but just a dream.
Yes, you might wonder what’s this all about. I have offers to the UK and S’pore, so aren’t you leaving too? Yes, I managed to get the required result, managed to secure the offers, and accommodations too. So what’s the big deal? You’re off. I have one tiny problem, you see. My lifetime sponsors didn’t sign off on my plans because of a key issue with the price tags. I do realise that it would be a significant financial undertaking by my parents to fund my studies, especially when they have a habit for excessive frugality. What I didn’t expect was the lack of support in doing what I wanted to do. In short, if I really want what I wanted, I’ll have to start looking for other alternatives. At the moment, things are not looking too cheerful.
Sigh, talk about being depressed and frustrated at the same time. I’m not finished fighting yet, and will continue to do so. But I’m really getting exhausted mentally and physically, when I feel like I’m facing a brick wall day in and day out. I just hope I got the breath left in me to continue with studies and everything else by the time I get over this.
In case you wondered, I’m still working towards both options I have in mind. I’m not yet ready to turn my back on London yet. There’s still time left, and I’m trying to make the most of it.
