There was a time when I thought, yes, well, my dad says I have to finish year 12 and well, what dad says goes and I have no control over what he says. If I finished year 12, I'd graduate with my friends who've known me for long enough, and then I'd go to university and study Creative Writing at Griffith's University and become an author.
Time goes on and times change, along with minds. Good things happen, along the path of the bad things. Time changed and so did I, I followed time and it followed me. I no longer desire to complete my year 12 studies next year. A small section of my heart has always been glued to the countryside and where the