Something I constantly fear and worry about is becoming a dead ender. One of those people that live here in Blackpool forever, earning a minimum wage or just scamming money off the council with no desire to do more, to be more. Living contently with no recollection of any dreams had to be something or someone. Yet regardless of this worry I never seem to do anything about it.
I mean I am now 23, 24 in a few months and what have I accomplished really. Yes, I have had a few obstacles to surpass. My mum’s illness, my dad’s absence and having to put all my money into looking after my family while this was all happening. This has postponed things and has been a struggle but I now realise this has all just become an excuse to not continue on and further myself. I am a dreamer, always have been. I have so many hopes for myself but I lack so much confidence in going out and doing these things and the longer I put off going out and living my life to less I know how to.
Maybe I am not destined to be more than just a dreamer? I don’t know.
Likes. ♥ Photography. Audrey Hepburn. CATS. Jagermeister. Old things. Travel. Backpacking. The cure. Books. People with Dylan in the name (Dylan Moran and Bob Dylan). Intelligence. Kind hearts.
Dislikes. ♥ sillysillybitchybitchy. Tumblr famous (get a life its a blog, a place to put your thoughts). Lack of sleep. Drugs. The importance of money.
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