By the time I was careening into Year 11 in 2002, I’d trampled across three continents and left eleven schools by the wayside. As my third year at my twelfth school dawned in Sydney’s west, I was nursing visions of scholastic grandeur and social supremacy; I’d found my niche as last, and there was nothing more to learn ( Read more... )

And isn't it ironic;
don't you think?

It was you, you, you -
Who should've been.

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