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feel like my life peaked at uni.

SummerSerenade said:
Nothing about my life has been easy or indeed happy until the last year. All of my money came from me saving the pocket money (that I WORKED for by cleaning the house for my mum, and actually doing my dad's job with him) since I was about 6.

Neither of my parent's have given me anything, towards uni or in general, and my mum barely even tolerates me staying with her, to the extent that I live with her ex more than her nowadays. My whole life I've been made to feel unwelcome, or like an inconvinience.

Throughout high school I was bullied so badly that I must've been beaten up at least a few times each month. I've been pushed down stairs, strangled, kicked unconscious, almost drowned, and through it all I never told anyone what was really happening. No one still really knows.

I was close to giving up on life so many times but in college I forced myself to be different and was superficially popular but still never happy. Scraped into uni desperate to get away from disinterested parents and bad memories and was really happy at first until the worst thing imaginable happened. Then I got addicted... oh no, sorry, not ADDICTED because people like me don't get addicted to drugs right? to coke and meph, I was doing stuff virtually everyday and drinking heavily to block it out.

Rinsed loads of my money, got to the point where I couldnt see an end and came very close to killing myself and would have done if not for a certain person who I'd only been talking to for a week max managing to stop me. Fast forward a year and I made a choice that almost everyone advised against, left uni before finishing the 2nd year even though I was fast running out of money because my life didnt peak at uni.

My life peaked when I fell in love. And I was brave enough to realise that and make a choice where I was going to get no support and possibly lose everything because to me that love and that happiness means more to me than anything else ever will. So pampered? Fuck that. I've had next to zero help so far and won't get any now. But I live and die by my own choices and believe that whatever you want in life, be it work, or love, or whatever, you won't get anywhere if you don't take the risk.

So think what you want of me and my choices but there's only one person on here that knows me well enough to truly make any kind of judgement about me. As for anyone else? I couldn't give a shit.

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One Thousand Words said:
I was born a bastard child from an affair in a small town of less than 10000 people whose two biggest claim to fame was apples and a psychiatric prison.

As a kid I witnessed a Maori gang member be beaten to death by another gang with baseball bats and a machete. We then had to have police protection during the trial.

The morning of my final university exam I was in the high court of Australia, facing down lawyers from the tax department without legal representation for a debt my father passed onto me after I signed a letter as soon as I turned 18. They couldn't serve an arrest warrant in the chambers because of some legal technicality, so after an hour of questioning I excused myself to go to the bathroom, escaped down the fire well and ran across the city to sit a 3 hour surgery exam followed by a 45 min viva. I was lucky to score a high distinction.

Fast forward 5 years and I returned to Australia needing surgery after my rugby contract was torn up, only to find my father had forged my signature and stole $50 000 of my savings to pay off his before mentioned tax debt. Rather than have surgery I had to find a job. Even to this day I have no feeling in the little fingers of my left hand.

I lost my job a week before my wife was due to give birth to our second child. I spent the first month of my sons life knocking and ringing every practice in the city, begging for a chance to work.

My whole life I was told I was too small or too slow for rugby. I was one of 7000 applicants vying for a course that only accepted 48 students. I could only afford one text book in 5 years of university. I choose to photocopy pages from books in the library and spent my money on drugs and alcohol. I guess I could be thankful for all that good fortune in my life but I'd rather be thankful I wasn't bought up a fucking whinging pussy.
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Winner = OTW.


Anyone else want to give there woeful lifestory?
 
Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o’clock at night half an hour before I went to bed, eat a clump of coal poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah... ;)
 
SummerSerenade said:
I've never once 'pretended' to be addicted to anything, or even said I'm addicted to something at all - that's all come from other people,
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I guess I was addicted to cocaine last year
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I woke up ready early feeling rougher than I thought I had any right to feel then realised I'd spent last night finishing off the last of the gram of smack I had. Err oops. 1 gram of 4 gone in a week (or £100, both ways of looking at it suck) not consecutive days either so I must've been ripping thorough it the days I did do it.


One day at a time eh. I've just got to keep thinking that I've still got a reason to get through this and by the end of this withdrawal maybe I'll be proven right.
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You're a drama queen. A drama queen with a shit memory of what you post. A drama queen who gets addicted to smack by using a whole g.
 
F.U.B.A.R. said:
Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o’clock at night half an hour before I went to bed, eat a clump of coal poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah... ;)
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Hallelujah? You had it piss-easy lad...
 
F.U.B.A.R. said:
Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o’clock at night half an hour before I went to bed, eat a clump of coal poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah... ;)
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Just not eloquent enough. Look how OTW starts off his tale of woe: "I was born a bastard child from an affair in a small town of less than 10000 people" - "Bastard Child". It grips you from the very beginning, has an oblique onomatapoeic [piss off spellcheck] effect as you can imagine being struck with the emphasis of the word.

Yours just lacks passion. Sorry man.
 
StoneHappyMonday said:
How many people do you know had $50000 of 'savings' five years after leaving university?

It's either a massive lie or the result of some inheritance fund or some such. Your 20's are some of the most expensive times of your life. Nobody 'saves' that much outside of those born with a silver spoon up their arse.
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I simply chose a career that meant I was earning +$100k straight out of uni. It wasn't a coincidence that I gave botany the flick after a couple of years. I spent my first few years graduated working for the NHS, which if you applied yourself was a money pit. Thanks a lot British tax paying public. Living in a studio flat in the midlands, 2 pills for a fiver on a Saturday night, cheap hash supplied by Yardies, with a wife who'd cook home made dinners. Who couldn't save at least £5000 a year and still travel? I even turned down the £80 a win my rugby club offered to pay me because I earned more working 8-12 the morning before a game. Told them to use it to recruit a decent South African prop or number 8.

My first contract for a European club included a flat, car and free meals at any restaurant who sponsored the club. I didn't even have to pay for boots or my game day suit. The perks of being sponsored by prada.
 
Raasyvibe said:
Just not eloquent enough. Look how OTW starts off his tale of woe: "I was born a bastard child from an affair in a small town of less than 10000 people" - "Bastard Child". It grips you from the very beginning, has an oblique onomatapoeic [piss off spellcheck] effect as you can imagine being struck with the emphasis of the word.

Yours just lacks passion. Sorry man.
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Tsk! Wouldn't recognise a classic Monty Python sketch if it slapped you in the face (with a wet fish)..
 
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I re-took my modules over summer after failing at first. Ended up with a low 2:2.
 
F.U.B.A.R. said:
Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o’clock at night half an hour before I went to bed, eat a clump of coal poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah... ;)
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Hmph, I was born in a coal mine mate. Took me 15 fucking years to get out.
 
One Thousand Words said:
I simply chose a career that meant I was earning +$100k straight out of uni. It wasn't a coincidence that I gave botany the flick after a couple of years. I spent my first few years graduated working for the NHS, which if you applied yourself was a money pit. Thanks a lot British tax paying public.
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You're telling me that dentists in the NHS are on a starting salary of at least £65k? You are a dentist, aren't you?

http://www.prospects.ac.uk/dentist_salary.htm
"•Dental Foundation Year 1 (DF1) graduates working as vocational dental practitioners (VDPs) start on around £30,000 a year"

Most unfunniest troll ever. Worse than me. (maybe...)
 
One Thousand Words said:
I simply chose a career that meant I was earning +$100k straight out of uni. It wasn't a coincidence that I gave botany the flick after a couple of years. I spent my first few years graduated working for the NHS, which if you applied yourself was a money pit. Thanks a lot British tax paying public. Living in a studio flat in the midlands, 2 pills for a fiver on a Saturday night, cheap hash supplied by Yardies, with a wife who'd cook home made dinners. Who couldn't save at least £5000 a year and still travel? I even turned down the £80 a win my rugby club offered to pay me because I earned more working 8-12 the morning before a game. Told them to use it to recruit a decent South African prop or number 8.

My first contract for a European club included a flat, car and free meals at any restaurant who sponsored the club. I didn't even have to pay for boots or my game day suit. The perks of being sponsored by prada.
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Actually...ignoring the fact I'm....erm....fairly confident you are dressing up half a story to make yourself something you aren't....the only club I know of who were even part sponsored by Prada were a club I used to have a connection with. So if you care to saintly give me your real name and playing years by PM I think I can do some cross checking on this, which obviously will come out in your favour if you aren't bullshitting.

Ignoring the fact you've never met a yardie in your life of course...
 
Raas it is possible to work privately at the same time as for the nhs. Well it was 20 years ago. I didn't even have to sit any bridging exams back then, only turn up to Harley St in a somewhat ironed shirt and tie.
 
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