I've lucked out quite a bit. Tripping around Spain with no money and documents and feeling there's not a trouble in the world. Wasting all the money I was supposed to save for university on drinking and parties. Leaving school and flying to Italy for a vague promise of a job with no return money. Almost completely avoiding school for a year.
Always following my blind faith that everything will be all right. And through all my laziness and self sabotaging my faith has led me to a place I like. But I feel I'm running out of luck. A little desperation is starting to creep in.
I have 666£ on my bank account which accounts for 2 months of rent and 50 pounds of cash, which will be my money for food. I'm laughing at the moment, because I'll probably buy some weed with this. Everything will be all right, just follow your faith.
If I don't find a job before 8th November, I'm done for. I feel calm thinking about it. Worrying won't change the facts.
The current plan is, that if I don't find a job, I will cash out the 300 something pounds I have left on 7th November (on 8th they would take the money from my account for rent), join some volunteering organisation and next year go to Africa or India or wherever there's a big density of unlucky people. We'll see.
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