Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life … But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else.
Laura: 19, England- Coventry;SHIT HOLE
Studying Psychology at De Montfort University
Im vulgar, really sorry.
I wish I was Kate Bush.
I'm a twat and I like eating.
I get drunk and embarrass myself frequently. However, I drink a lot of tea and I always do my homework so Jesus forgives me.
I enjoy giving sponge baths to old people.